Rich handsome guys fall for plain secretaries only in books and romantic comedies, so the fact that the influential producer Max Kashnov noticed my existence really puts me on edge. No, thanks, I’d rather do without that kind of joy. First of all, I don’t plan to get on TV through a bed. Secondly, I couldn’t care less about his money. And third—and this is the main one—I’m not interested in men older than me. But the moment he looks at me with his golden tiger eyes, I instantly become stupid and forget everything. Even about age, and status, and the red intuition signal lamp that from the very beginning was telling me that something is clearly off in this whole story…