I've got three months to prove to her this fake relationship is real....
As the Seattle Sharks' number one Enforcer, nothing means more to me than hockey. I live and breathe the game.
But when my short-temper gets me into one too many late night brawls, coach threatens to bench me if I don't clean up my act. It'll take more than me changing my nightlife habits — the media needs this bad boy to go good.
Paige Turner — the gorgeous, off-limits best friend of my bro's fiancee — has the solution. About to take over as acting CEO of her family's multi-billion-dollar corporation, she'll have to sign a morality clause basically kissing any wild-life she wanted goodbye. Her proposition?
I, Rory Jackson — the panty dropper and bed hopper of the Sharks — give her an exclusive relationship for three entire months. Her wholesome image will only brighten my dark one in the press' eyes, and I can help her check off some wicked naughty tasks on her very specific dirty-girl bucket list.
If I screw up and get arrested again, she'll lose everything she's worked her entire life for, but what terrifies me most? At the end of the three months, I won't want to let her go, and with that morality clause, she can't keep me.