Chicago Red Tails

Good looks and wads of cash usually get me whatever I desire, unless I desire a box of my favorite cereal at the grocery store right before it closes. As if tonight's loss wasn't bad enough, I'm now watching said box of cereal, my literal good luck charm, disappear in some woman's cart. The brazen woman denies my cash offer along with my proposal for a more intimate payment. How much loss can a man take in one day? At this point, who cares how rude I am to her? She's public enemy number one, and chances of seeing her again are slim to none.

As a pro hockey player, I've had desperate, flirty women throw themselves at me, one after another, for years. Today, it took only seconds for someone to walk into my home and have me completely forget about any other woman I've ever met. As a favor to an old teammate, I opened my penthouse to Charlee Mags, my new short-term roommate. When I said yes to this favor, I didn't know how breathtakingly beautiful Charlee would be, or that I would come to enjoy hanging out with her, even crave being around her. It's almost funny how much we have in common.

I knocked up my sister's co-worker. And I didn't even know her name. I know. This sounds really bad, but listen, I can explain. To hockey fans, I'm known for my strength and skills on the ice. To women, I'm known for my talent and endurance in the bedroom.

I think I'm screwed. Seriously. Why, you ask? Because when one of the first warnings you get after joining the Chicago Red Tails hockey team is to never even think about touching Dex Foster's sister, you abide by your teammate's wishes. You do not find her adorably attractive. You do not befriend her. You certainly do not kiss her, And for the love of hockey, you Do. Not. Sleep. With. Her. See where I'm going with this?

Has this ever happened to you? You're minding your own business after the game, buying drinks at the bar for your teammates when you overhear a woman talking on the phone. You don't know her, but she's telling her mother she's in a serious relationship with you. You decide to play along and ask her when you'll get to meet the parents. She's embarrassed and apologetic but explains she's just trying to appease her meddling mother. No harm, no foul.

My daughter is my life. I'd do anything for her. But let's be real, being a single dad to a four-year-old and the star goalie for the Chicago Red Tails is no easy feat. The season is about to get into full swing and Elsie is starting preschool which means I need a new plan. So, when my teammates suggest a full-time nanny, I'm open to the idea. The best candidate for the job is kind, energetic, compassionate, and fun. Fate is testing me because she's also smoking hot.