I was singing in a Seattle club when a billionaire offered me a record deal.

I should have said no.

Instead, I signed.

Then Tomas Meir kissed me.

He's my boss. I'm his newest star. And every time we're alone, I forget exactly where the line is supposed to be.

Then my single hits the charts.

Suddenly everyone has an opinion about how I got there.

They say I slept my way to the top.

Tomas says they can say whatever they want.

But I'm not sure what scares me more—the headlines or how badly I want the man behind them.