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.