Hale No

Jordie McNamara

Most little girls dream of being a princess. But me? All I wanted was to play football, and that dream is finally coming true. I was just drafted into the brand new Women's National Football League, and endorsement deals are pouring in.

I'll now be the face of sneaker companies, sports drinks, and... cosmetics?

Yeah, that last one kinda threw me too. I'm not exactly what you'd call a "makeup girl." In fact, I rarely wear the stuff, so what the heck does Hale Cosmetics want with me?

When I meet the marketing director, I almost back out on the spot. Phoenix Hale is arrogant, annoying, and just a little bit too handsome for his own good. Seriously, does he think those blue eyes and dimples are going to make me fall into his bed like every other woman that catches his attention?

The man has absolutely no redeeming qualities. Or so I think until I see him with his adorable daughter, Reece. With her, he's caring, patient, and funny. Turns out this single dad might actually be... okay.

As we work together on the media campaign, we grow closer, and I share two of my deepest secrets with him, including the fact that I'm still reluctantly holding onto my V-card.

Cue my brilliant-slash-terrible plan: Let the infuriatingly gorgeous single dad with the too experienced smirk be the one to teach me what to do between the sheets.

It will only be a physical thing. Just a quick in-and-out procedure, so to speak. He'll simply be like a coach, helping me add some new plays to my... playbook. And then I can move on with my life.

Because there's no way I will ever fall for that cosmetics Casanova, right?

Yeah, that's a big, fat...

Hale No.