Brody

You know you're having a bad day when you wake up alone in a hotel room and your wallet is missing. And your keys. And when you've finished rummaging around the room, you realize your clothes are missing too. All of them. Down to your boxers. Now all you have is what's on your back.

Absolutely nothing. You're stark naked. Did I mention I'm in Vegas for the NHL All Star weekend and I'm playing in the game—in one hour?

But I'm a lucky puck because I still have my phone and I call my agent, Bianca Brooks--aka temptation in a pin-striped suit—and she's ready to save my lucky a$$.

 Could this be the start of something special? Or is it the start of my stubbornly sticky reputation for trouble?

 Brody is a rookie phenom who is susceptible to gorgeous women and bright lights and might have a habit of running blindly into trouble...

Bianca is his killer sports agent out to make a name for herself. So she bails him out of his troublesome situation. With a catch.

The catch:
His agent is a scorching beauty with a take-no-prisoners attitude and she insists on locking him down--but not in a good way