"Why can't all my clients be like you?"

He laughed. "You here to kick Jack's a.s.s?"

"Changed out of my heels into flats to do it."

Caleb pointed to the crowd of players running exercises. The men were working on a feat of strength that ached my abs just watching.

"Give him h.e.l.l...but leave him in one piece?" Caleb said. "We'd like to make it back to the championship."

"A quarterback doesn't need both kneecaps, does he?"

Caleb sauntered away, shunning me as a h.e.l.lcat. He had no idea.

I picked a cautious path between segments of the team completing their conditioning exercises and running laps. Now was the toughest time for the players. Eighty men competed for fifty-three active roster spots-every one of the players bigger, badder, and built stronger than the last.

Jack was no exception.

In the hot July morning, he shed his shirt and sweated with every completed rep of his crunches. He didn't take a break or a breath before flipping onto his stomach and leading his men in a variety of push-ups that only tightened every muscle in his absolutely flawless form.

His entire body was ripped, bulging with muscles, tattoos, glistening sweat.

Perfect.

I forced myself to remember that the striking body I admired belonged to the arrogant and infuriating man who dared to tangle with me.

He was lucky he was so d.a.m.n big-one of the largest quarterbacks in the league. If he were just one foot shorter and a hundred pounds lighter...I might have taken the chance to stomp really hard on his toes.

The rookies collapsed against the turf. An offensive lineman fell too. Jack counted off another five one-armed pushups before letting his men groan against the field. Now was my chance.

"Jack."

The b.a.s.t.a.r.d grinned like he won the lottery while getting blown by a p.o.r.n star. He waved.

He made no attempt to move. The entire offense stared at me like I was a piece of meat Jack was about to drag back to his cave. I was so glad my skirt was knee-length and respectable.

"Jack? I need to talk to you." I smiled at the quarterback coach consulting with his other specialized personnel. He shrugged-that same hopeless resignation the coaches shared when Jack Carson was causing a scene. "Please?"

He leaned to the player next to him, the team's real criminal and the absolute worst influence on Jack. Bryon Washington was a gifted running back, but if he wasn't careful, he'd spend the best years of his career behind bars-where he belonged. He and Jack laughed like I was the punchline to their own secret joke. Bryon whistled and outlined my figure with a wave of his hand.

Enough of this.

"Jack-a.s.s! Come here!"

The team hooted. Jack rose to his feet. "The little woman calls. See the s.h.i.t I put up with?"

"Now."

"I pay her to abuse me like this."

"Not nearly enough."

Jack took long strides to reach me, his signature swagger. He wasn't flirting. He was baiting me, like he always did. Waiting for the moment I'd snap and he'd have his fun.

It ended now.

"Hey, Kiss."

Jack sauntered before me. He rubbed the sweat from his face with a towel, but he didn't bother to cover his chest. I wasn't used to seeing him without a shirt, and I tried my hardest to not admire the dozens of tattoos and colorful ink cradling his muscles. It was just another reminder of his misbehavior and arrogance and how unbelievably built he was...

His voice rumbled deep inside me. "Couldn't stand to be away from me?"

My eyes snapped up to his. I cleared my throat. "We need to talk."

"Uh-oh." He got off on teasing me, but at least he wasted billable time. "Trouble at home, Mrs. Carson?"

He laughed, that c.o.c.ky baritone always at my expense. I forced him away from the field. He followed me to the tunnels leading from the gra.s.s to the locker room. The practice facility was too busy for this kind of talk-coaches and staff and players beginning their workouts. Half the team funneled between the field and the recently renovated, two-story weight room. I had to keep my voice down. That only encouraged Jack to tease my temper.

He stretched his arms, every motion bulging muscle on top of muscle. "Think we could talk inside? I'm kinda bruised from the accident. We could sit in the spa tub together."

"You're unbelievable."

"Would you prefer the hot tub in our honeymoon suite?"

I poked a finger into his chest, instantly regretting touching his heated, fiercely defined body. A shiver trembled from the tip of my finger all the way through me, centering in a very wrong place.

"You have no idea what you've done," I said.

Jack glanced me over, amused. "I got us out of trouble."

"No. You got you out of trouble. You put me in the middle of all of this!"

He provoked me with an impish arch of his eyebrows. "You're not breaking up with me, are you? Come on, Kiss. I'm a great catch."

"I don't want to be your fake girlfriend."

"So...you wanna be my real girlfriend?"

"Screw you, Jack. Can you be serious for ten seconds?"

"Who says I wasn't serious, Kiss?"

Enough of this. "For like, one minute, can you possibly think about anyone other than yourself or your little play-maker?"

He took offense when I pointed at his mesh shorts. "Hey. Don't call him little!"

"You could have gotten me fired today!"

I held his stare. His blue eyes practically crackled, bright and full of energy. It might as well have been plutonium. He was too dangerous to let near.

"You told a lie that might have cost me my job," I said.

"Did Jolene fire you?"

"No."

Jack groaned and headed to the locker room. "Then what's the problem? Just relax, Kiss."

I was not letting him get away. The last time I challenged him at the practice facility, I'd chased him through the halls and into the steam room. He'd dropped his towel and exposed not only himself, but the entirety of his offensive line. I still couldn't look those men in the eye.

I grabbed his arm and forced him to pay attention to me. "The problem is you lied to the league president. He wants you out of the game, and he'll do anything to get his way."

Jack's glance cut through my indignation. h.e.l.l, his stare penetrated me completely, like he tore through my clothes and surveyed everything mouth-watering beneath. But his appraisal wasn't another way to flirt.

He looked at me like he planned to strip me down.

Like he wanted me.

A couple more seconds under his dominating stare, and I might've let him.

Why the h.e.l.l did I face him instead of yelling at him over the phone? I wasn't prepared to confront a man as handsome or frustrating as this trouble-maker with his wandering, mischievous eyes.

"So...you came here..." His voice lazily murmured, as though he knew the shivers it'd cause. "Because you're concerned? You think I'm going to get tossed out of the league?"

"Yes."

"And here I thought you were paid to worry about me."

b.a.s.t.a.r.d. "My career depends on your career, Jack. On your behavior."

"Why?"

"Because if you get thrown out of the league, I'll lose my chance to be fast-tracked to a partner in Jolene's firm."

"Well, sorry I nearly killed myself in a car accident last night, Kiss."

He made me sound heartless. I took a breath. "Look, Jack. I know you like to play these games, but that's over now. You told the president you were a changed man because of me. If you get expelled from the league for doing something stupid or immoral now, I'll lose more than my job. You'll ruin my reputation too."

Jack didn't understand, didn't even try. "Why do you care what people think of you?"

"It's my job?"

"No. You're supposed to care what people think of me. So what if people call me a jerk? So what if I go out to a party?"

"It matters because it's going to reflect on me as a person. I'm supposed to be your long-term, committed girlfriend."

"Then break it off."

He tried to leave again. I followed, taking two steps to his every stride.

"Then Frank Bennett has every reason to force the Rivets to cut you. This relationship is the only way you stay in the league."

"That so?"

"Yes. And that means you have to calm down and lie low for the duration of...whatever this is. Do you understand? This is your last chance."

He stopped, deep in the tunnel separating us from the action of the field. His arms crossed. Every tattoo practically pulsed with the heat coursing under his skin. It radiated from him, pressing into me, stealing my breath. I looked up to meet his gaze as he stepped closer.

His voice lowered, a deep, grumbling promise of suppressed wildness. "Don't worry about me."

"I'm not. I'm protecting myself."

"This is a dangerous game, Kiss."

"But it can work." Was I really trying to convince him of his own stupid idea? "People will believe we're a couple if you behave yourself. I mean...we have a close, professional relationship already."

Jack laughed. "This isn't my definition of close."

"Because we work together while fully clothed?"

"Takes the fun out of the meetings."

"Well, there's our story. It'll make sense that, over time, our relationship developed into something...more."

"Like booty calls?"

"Like love, you freak."

He grinned. "Right. Love. I can buy it."

I rolled my eyes. "Have you ever even told a girl I love you before?"

"Have you ever f.u.c.ked a stranger without exchanging names?"

"No!"

He shrugged. "Guess opposites attract."

I'd grind my teeth into dust before the day was out. "I'm setting ground rules."

"Kiss-"

"First, you don't call me Kiss."

He shook his head. "Nope. Pet name. I like it better than Darling."

I was losing the big picture. I exhaled. "Fine. Call me whatever you want. But you will follow these rules." I pointed at him. "You are going to behave at all times. You will not embarra.s.s me. No acting out, no late night parties, no womanizing, no doing anything that would const.i.tute cheating."

"What?" His eyes widened. "So I can't go out with my friends. I can't meet women. I can't have s.e.x with anyone..." A sly smile encouraged every thought I didn't want him to have. "Unless you plan on fulfilling those needs?"