My job is my life and I take my responsibility very seriously. It’s a calling and not just something I do to make ends meet. I want to help people. I thought I could be professional. How is that possible when his body is begging for the touch of a woman? He wasn’t married and didn’t have a steady girlfriend. He was built like a wet dream come true. I found myself staring at his likeness on my computer with a finger playing over the edge of my bottom lip. Those eyes can convey a certain need that has been unsatisfied. I’m trying to resist, but the temptation is too much. I have to remain detached. He has a problem and I can fix it. Sports medicine is a new chapter in my life. There’s a reason why I have this desperate need to see my clients fighting their emotional issues. He is a beautiful specimen. It’s not possible to look at him without thinking naughty thoughts… 'Playing It Dirty: A Bad Boy Sports Romance' is a 30000-Word Standalone story with no cliffhanger and HEA.