Red Zone

My job is simple: make Maverick Jennings, the world's grumpiest quarterback, look like a decent human being. If I can't fix his reputation, I can kiss my dream of launching my own brand consulting business goodbye.

His job? Making my life a living nightmare.

He's arrogant, impossible, and entirely too handsome for someone so determined to self-destruct. He rejects every idea, challenges every strategy, and looks at me like he can't decide whether to strangle me or kiss me. Honestly, same.

But ...