The last thing I need to do is fall for hockey’s sexiest bad boy.
Helping celebrities rehabilitate their image is my job, and I’m a pro. I don’t make mistakes. And I definitely don’t flirt with clients. Ever. There is just one little problem with my newest client.
Tyler Maxwell is every woman’s dream come true. He’s hot, protective, and so damn tempting–especially when he’s coaching kids’ hockey.
Every time he flexes those muscled arms, I can’t help but stare at them. And watching a semi-naked Tyler swim in a pool is no hardship whatsoever.
But when he catches me in the act and shamelessly flirts with me, I realize I’m in over my head.
Do I dare have a fling and risk my heart with a player who’s smoother than ice?