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 PhD, 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 . . .
