Men or Paws

Watch a dog for three weeks, get fifteen thousand dollars. Piece of cake, right? Wrong. First, I have to stay in my client’s guesthouse while he’s in the main house working on an important project. That may not sound so bad, but HE is Hollywood’s Bad Boy, Rocco Romano, voted “Sexiest Man Alive.” The guy could charm the pants off a mannequin. Luckily he’s not my type. Seriously. A rich, sexy, generous man? Pass. Ten-pack abs? Whatever. My heart palpitations are obviously caused by something else. As for the dog, he’s sweet and adorable, but he’s named Houdini for a...

Watch a dog for three weeks, get fifteen thousand dollars. Piece of cake, right? Wrong. First, I have to stay in my client’s guesthouse while he’s in the main house working on an important project. That may not sound so bad, but HE is Hollywood’s Bad Boy, Rocco Romano, voted “Sexiest Man Alive.” The guy could charm the pants off a mannequin. Luckily he’s not my type. Seriously. A rich, sexy, generous man? Pass. Ten-pack abs? Whatever. My heart palpitations are obviously caused by something else. As for the dog, he’s sweet and adorable, but he’s named Houdini for a reason. Then I accidentally kiss him. Rocco, not the dog. Then he escapes. The dog, not Rocco. Things can’t get any worse, right? Wrong, wrong, wrong.

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