Plans are meant to be trashed.

I pride myself on being in command of my life. Maybe it's become slightly control freak-level, but I prefer predictability. So, when an unfortunate photo surfaces of me with Tad Fisher, the music industry's favorite bad boy, it screws up my carefully calculated plans.
I am not Tad's girlfriend and the only thing crazier would be pretending that I am.
Sometimes, drastic measures have to be taken to restore order.
What does Tad get out of all of it? I'm the key to repairing his image. Dating a good girl might help sales of his sappy love songs, but not if he's dead first for tossing me in the pool. I was still in my sundress, for crying out loud!
Okay, in all fairness, I probably deserved it.
I have millions of reasons why being with Tad shouldn't work, but his killer smile and big heart cancel all of them. That mind-blowingly incredible kiss might have something to do with it, too. Sure, we could slip into the friendzone when this is all over, but what if I toss out my plans and risk the unknown by allowing myself to love Tad?