Filthy Coach. Filthy, #7

What do you do when the sexiest bastard to walk on to football field happens to need your personal services? Sam Carson is a washed-up ex-quarterback who's more famous for his drunken brawls and internet sex tapes than throwing touchdowns. So why did my father, the owner of the Atlanta Trojans, hire Sam to be the new head coach? And what part does he expect me to play in this dangerous game? ALLIE WINSTON:  I'm a tough chick playing in a tough man's game.  I'm a sports image consultant.  It's my job to make undisciplined football players and unfriendly coaches heroes in the public eye.  But when I'm assigned to make Sam Carson look good, I know that I have my work cut out for me.  Especially when he catches me in the shower diddling myself and moaning his name.  I can't deny my feelings for Sam, but I can't deny that I'm also part of a game that's using Sam as a pawn.
I can only hope that he never discovers my treachery, because I can't imagine my life without Sam in my bed.      SAM CARSON:  I'll be the first to admit it.  I'm a baaaad boy.  I drink hard, play hard, and screw hard.  And when I drive my Lambo into the back of a truck, my career as one of the hottest quarterbacks in pro football comes to an end.  For the last few years I've been a coach.  When I get an offer to be the head coach of the Atlanta Trojans, I know something is fishy.  Then I meet Allie Winston, the smoking hot daughter of the team owner.  I want her and I know she wants me, but I get the feeling that there's more than just sexual attraction at play.  Allie seems to be playing a dangerous game, and I won't stop until I find out exactly what - and who - is going down.