I hate Ripley Brewer. So why am I cuddling on his lap peering into his ocean-blue eyes while cameras record our every move? My best friend needs my help to save her career and I would do anything for her. Besides filming a reality show sounds fun … until Ripley shows up to play the role of my fake boyfriend. As always we nearly come to blows within minutes of seeing each other. The playboy billionaire accuses me of a setup but I insist I’d rather live in a world without carbs than spend a minute with him. At some point during the melee we sign contracts. I can’t stand the look of his six feet two inches of chiseled abs and broad shoulders. And I loathe his arrogance. But now that he’s my pretend beau I’m stuck acting like I’m falling in love with my biggest enemy. It turns out that Ripley’s a good actor too. Every soft touch on the small of my back makes my heart thump faster. His sultry smirk fe