Playing center field for the New York Kings, Jake Woodbury has one of the most prestigious jobs in all of sports. To the world, he's the good-looking, soft-spoken minister's son who’s survived celebrity without a hint of scandal. But, inside, he's reeling from a secret that seems destined to haunt him forever.Scarlett Moore is one of the biggest pop stars on the planet, famous for singing about her celebrity ex-boyfriends. The CEO of her record label has carefully honed her provocative image since she was fifteen. Sex sells, and Scarlett’s well aware that it takes more than talent to stay on top.One thing is clear: She’s the last thing Jake needs. And he’s the do-gooder jock she should avoid at all costs. But when the game begins, all bets are off.
Later that night, I'm stretched out next to her in bed, still sweating and breathing hard, when she turns to me and asks, "Jake, how many girls have you been with?"I glance over at her. "Where’s this coming from?""Tell me. I want to know."I watch her fingers play with the dark thatch of hair on my chest. "Why?” I stall."Because you're way too good at this," she huffs, rolling onto her back.I press my head into the pillow and laugh, shaking the bed."What?" she cries, slapping my arm. "You are!"I close my eyes, really not wanting to do this. "Four," I mutter under my breath."Four?" she repeats like she couldn't possibly have heard me right. "Four hundred?""No, just four."She sits up and leans over me. "You're kidding, right?"I open my eyes to meet her gaze. "Nope, that's it.""Am I one of the four?" she asks softly."Uh huh."She thinks I'm this raging stud, and it sucks to have to disappoint her.