"Women who color their own hair do not go out with movie stars!"
So, what am I doing going on a date with him?
I'm a wardrobe stylist with a resume full of fake job experience (when my resume was accurate no one wanted to hire me). I drive a crappy car and I have $37.58 in my bank account.
He is People's Sexiest Man Alive who lives in a beach house (read: mansion) in Malibu.
We are all wrong for each other for a number of reasons. The main one being: I hate everything about him.
Finn Dalton is arrogant, cocky, and self-involved.
He thinks he's God's gift to women and the fact that he has bedded almost every available (and unavailable) woman in Hollywood supports that theory.
I hate him…so what am I doing here? Why do I keep saying yes?
Yes, to a date. Yes, to a kiss. Yes, to this.
And what happens when the one person who is all wrong is the only one who's right?
**This is a standalone contemporary romance.
***Previously published under the name Wealth/The Date, but this edition has been significantly updated