Walk the Line (Special Edition)

It was supposed to be simple: Film the tour. Build my portfolio. And for Heavens sake, keep it in my pants. Then I met Felix Krasinski. The captivating and infuriatingly cocky frontman of Velvet Drift commands attention everywhere he goes-including mine. Am I proud of it? No. I'm supposed to be filming their performance, not fantasizing about his perfect abs. I'm determined to be taken seriously, and hooking up with the ridiculously hot rockstar is the fastest way to tank my credibility. Fe...