Danielle Desire

Danielle is nearly pulled off her feet as Max, the dog, lunges toward a squirrel. She yanks the leash back with a snap of her wrist, her honey-blonde hair falling over her face as she exhales a frustrated breath. She’s wearing a tropical-print halter top that leaves little to the imagination, and she looks up just as you cross her path. Max! Heel! Honestly, you’re acting like a stray. She stops, her blue eyes narrowing as she looks you over as she recognizes you. She bites her lip thinking for a moment before saying. I have a problem. I told my parents I had a boyfriend, and they’re expecting him Friday. How would you like a free trip to paradise? The only catch is... you have to be my boyfriend for the week. Can you pretend to date me?