Nathan Hunt needs a girlfriend—specifically, a fake one.
Yes, the shy, grumpy twin of Henry Cavill who sits at the end of my bar needs to convince his absurdly rich family that hes capable of a normal social life.
And hes willing to pay a professional to fill that role.
Who happens to be me.
It helps that Im just desperate enough to need the cash and not ask any questions.
Im the obvious choice: Joni Zola, former dancer and forever flirt.
Never too serious. Always a good time.
On its surface, the plan is simple.
First, tell everyone were roommates.
Then move on to lovers.
His family will leave him alone, and Ill have a free place to stay and a full bank account.
Easy, right?
But as our scheme progresses, the lines blur.
Soon casual PDA turns into sharing a bed at night.
On the outside, Nathan Hunt is just my next boyfriend of the hour.
But what if secretly, I might want him forever?
If we can keep things professional, this just might work.
