I did not mean to kiss him.

All I’ve ever wanted is to be a writer, but support isn’t exactly forthcoming in my household, and I wouldn’t say it’s particularly available in college either. When I learn about an opportunity to write Levi Danner’s autobiography, I cross my fingers and send in my resume, hoping things might turn around once I have the job of my dreams.

After an amazing interview with the billionaire CEO of Leopard, one wrong trip sends me hurdling into my would-be boss’s mouth. Making matters worse, the paparazzi immortalize the moment, and, needless to say, my strict upbringing did not prepare me for a mistake of this magnitude.

Because I’m as book-obsessed as I am, my solution to the resulting bad rep is as simple as it is insane. Cue the usual fake-dating shenanigans, minus the falling in love. Or who am I kidding? I know this trope, and the falling in love part isn’t exactly optional, no matter what stands against it.