I knew she was trouble the second she walked into my audition.

Beautiful enough to steal the air from the room.

Talented enough to make me forget I was staring.

And completely off-limits.

She’s my leading actress.

I’m her director.

Getting involved would be a spectacularly bad idea.

So naturally, I can’t stop thinking about kissing her.

The more time we spend together, the worse it gets.

I’m supposed to be helping her find her confidence on camera.

Instead, I’m learning what makes her smile, what makes her blush, and exactly how good she feels in my arms.

One kiss turns into another.

Then we’re sneaking into hotel rooms, stealing nights together, and pretending there’s nothing happening between us when everyone else is watching.

Until pretending becomes the hardest part.

Because I don’t just want her in my bed.

I want her after the cameras stop rolling.

Unfortunately, falling for my leading lady comes with consequences neither of us can ignore.

Our careers are on the line, Hollywood loves a scandal, and our fathers have spent decades hating each other.

Everyone has an opinion about why we shouldn’t be together.

They can keep it.

Because I’ve officially cast her to be mine off set, too.