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&nbsp;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…

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