Kat's in Hollywood to meet a man who's romantic. You know, the type who talks to you after sex. Nothing special, as long as he has pectorals, a Ph.D., a nice bum, a non-sexist attitude, can cook souffles and wants a loving relationship with bone-marrow melting sex. Now, is that too much to ask of a billionaire? For Kat, love is in the air. Her mate, Tash assures her it's only car exhaust . . .
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