My parents want to force me into an arranged marriage and I’M NOT DOWN WITH THAT. Instead, I cook up a diabolical plan. I’m going to become an escort. Surely, that will “spoil the goods” so that I’m no longer “marriage material.” After all, who’ll tie the knot with a girl who literally works on her back? But my plan goes awry when I meet billionaire Barry Childers because he’s gorgeous, sensuous and funny, with an arrogant smirk that makes me want to slap his face and kiss him at the same time. Even more, he’s got a tool big enough to make a woman pant and soon, I’m wailing with ecstasy … because he’s taking me as his bride, arranged marriage or not.