I don't date my clients. Being the top relocation specialist for professional athletes- a woman has to have rules. And that's the only one I need. The only one that matters. The only one I've lived by since starting my own company. But when Crew Maxwell walks through my office door with his cocky attitude, arrogance and downright delicious body, I'm half tempted to throw my rule straight out the window. Crew doesn't help matters; flirting with me at every turn, telling me he's different than the other athletes I've known in the past, all while trying to convince me to go out with him. But I don't date my clients. And why would I break my rule for him?
