When a chance meeting with a tall, hot, and obviously wealthy stranger leads to a sexy hookup, can this Cinderella play to win, or will it all end when the clock runs out?

I did not steal JJ Beckett’s wallet. Or his championship ring.
In fact, seeing as I accidentally left my shoe behind, maybe I should be the one crying thief.
But after a one-night stand with the hottest stranger I’d ever seen?

Well, that was the last thing I was yelling.

Not that I had time to say much of anything–I was already late for work.
The shoe seemed like a small price to pay for a night like that.
The kind of night I could remember while I’m cleaning other people’s rooms; the kind of night a girl like me never dared to dream of.

C’est la vie, right?
Wrong.

Because the shoe wasn’t the only accidental thing that happened the morning after.
Turns out I may have grabbed his stuff too.
Putting it back isn’t as easy as I’d hoped . . . and as he says, no one plays the player.
Getting caught leads to some X-rated tackles that make it all worth the risk.

Now one of us has to make a big play and decide if this game of love has a final score…