Surprised by Love

Ever stumbled into a job you're totally not qualified to do then fallen-literally-head over heels for a client? Just me? When my best friend Josie asked me to cover for her new job, I didn't hesitate. I'm nice like that. The plan: Meet the rich client. Take notes of their measurements and fashion tastes. Then hand over to Josie. Job done. But Josie didn't tell me the client is six-foot-four Hollywood hunk, Blaze Hopkins. My ultimate onscreen crush. I can't stop my face glowing red as I wrap the tape measure around his hot body. When he asks me questions, I reply with squeaks and giggles. Total fangirl move. But Blaze doesn't know what a personal shopper does-or does NOT do-and he makes me an offer that makes my jaw drop and toes curl. Join him on his latest press tour. How can I pass up the opportunity to travel the world with this heartthrob? All I have to do is pretend I totally know what I'm doing-I don't. Play it cool-I'm gonna fail that too. And most-importantly, do NOT fall for Blaze Hopkins. Let's just face it. I'm doomed.

Lucy Scott It's always been comfort over fashion for me. But when my boss dangles a carrot in the shape of my very own column, I will do whatever she wants. Even if it means I have to swap my leggings and Uggs for a tight dress and stilettos. She asks me to do a makeover photoshoot for the magazine I work for. The night before the shoot, I am saved from an awkward situation by some hot businessman who takes pity on me. Pity. Not exactly the romantic meet-cute that one might hope for. But after the shoot, I get on the subway looking like Malibu Barbie, and I stumble into the same guy! Only, he doesn't recognize me at all. Then my boss moves the goal post. I can have my column so long as the first article is on her topic: How to Get a Guy to Fall in Love. I hate the idea. It's so cheap, so manipulative. Basically, my boss wants me to make a guy fall for me using tricks from the internet. What kind of guy deserves that? Then I think back to the shallow guy who only wanted to date me when I had hair extensions, several layers of makeup, and a revealing dress to show off the goods. Now, with the help of my sisters I'm on a mission to get Mr. Businessman to fall head over heels for me.