When Anya finally gets the call to work on her first feature film, she doesn't exactly pay attention to the fine print. All she hears is 'job', 'paid' and 'Paris' and jumps straight in. It's only after the most bizarre train journey sitting next to an entitled-though infuriatingly handsome-stranger, that she realizes she probably should have taken a closer look at her contract.

Now she has to spend the next six weeks babysitting the most famous man in the world, and hope that no lines get blurred.

Danny doesn't hate his career as an actor, but he definitely hates his father. The man who controls every aspect of his life and keeps him in line by dangling the threat of scandal over his head. He doesn't want to pretend to be someone else, he wants to be himself and play the music his father forbade him from pursuing. When he's begrudgingly cast on his father's new feature, he doesn't intend to make his disinterest subtle. It's only when his new snarky assistant starts to push him in all the right directions that he realizes what he really wants: her.

Lines are sure to get crossed but for now they have one rule:

Let's keep it between us.