I accepted the live-in personal coaching job with a pro football superstar before I knew who I'd be working with.

It turns out he's the quarterback I hooked up with last Halloween-the same one who asked me to leave his private suite at the nightclub when his girlfriend showed up.

His "girlfriend" situation is complicated, but now I'm forced to live with my one-night stand along with his fiancée, who happens to be the team owner's daughter, and their baby. I'm supposed to be coaching him to make better decisions, and meanwhile he's strutting around wearing nothing but a towel.

He didn't forget our night, either. When he jumps to my defense only to be dragged away in handcuffs, my feelings intensify. And when he sends me tacos, that's when I fall all the way.

I wasn't hired to help this man make better choices. The team owner hired me to ensure the quarterback walks down the aisle, and if I don't, it could mean the end of both our careers.