Billionaire’s Daughter And The Quarterback

I’m the daughter of a billionaire who owns an NFL team.
I don’t like football, and I don’t like the players.

My dad gave me an ultimatum: work for his NFL team for two years, prove I can stay out of trouble, or be cut off.

I’m less than impressed. But agree to his terms.

Things could have gone smoothly, but trouble has a way of finding me.

A quarterback with wandering eyes causes my boss to constantly remind me that fraternization between players and staff is strictly prohibited.

It doesn’t matter that I’m the owner’s daughter. I’ll be fired.

And what could be more embarrassing than getting fired from my own father’s organization?

So, my days are kept professional, and my nights are spent alone.

Until they’re not.

His words are inviting, and his hands are enticing. And I find myself pulled into his orbit.

Staying out of trouble for two years might be harder than I thought.

Especially when he decides to call an audible.