Mr. Rich

She finds a wallet (not a shoe), and he's a billionaire (not a prince), but this time, Cinderella's turning the tables. . . . Julia: Shilling samples at a grocery store isn't exactly my dream job. Yet here I am, tray in hand and fake smile plastered on my face. The one highlight is seeing him. I don't know his name, but if I did, I'd scream it during the naughty dreams he inspires. He's crazy handsome, all confidence and an air of power. He's never said a word to me. Never even looked in my direction. Then one day he literally falls at my feet. Now I have his wallet. I know where he lives. And I've found the nude photos of him online. It's not the bruschetta on her tray he really wants to taste. . . . Bastian: I've dated models, doctors, and CEOs, but something about Julia Rominger has me intrigued . . . and more than a little aroused. Maybe it's her lush curves driving me wild. Or the fact that she has no problem...