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When a struggling Broadway talent agent reluctantly agrees to represent a male stripper, she finds out there's more to her new client than oiled abs.

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Today might be the worst day of my life.

I just lost my biggest client to a rival acting agency in front of hundreds of people at a rooftop bar in NYC, which happened right before I was knocked into a pool dressed in Gucci.

Was there a word for being mortified, enraged, and dripping wet all at the same time? Probably not.

After being dragged out of the pool by a very hot stranger who literally offered me the shirt off his back, I decided to make this stranger my next star.

With my expert guidance and help, of course.

The only problem? My new client moonlights as a male stripper and I kinda have a crush on him. Send help.