Getting drafted to a losing team was bad enough. Falling for her could end me ...

I'm supposed to be the NHL's next poster boy.

Not the guy the draft screws over.

Or the headline waiting to happen.

And definitely not the new face of the Seattle Rogues-the league's latest expansion team, who loses on repeat.

But here I am.

Just like my Hall of Famer dad, I've got the talent, looks, and dedication to be the next big thing in pro hockey ... but keeping my mouth shut is proving to be a problem.

Even worse, my new team has assigned a high-flying publicist to keep watch over me since I'm a loose cannon on social media and unable to hold my tongue.

Fine, babysit me. Whatever.

Then I discover the woman assigned to represent me is Drew Callaghan-aka my coach's daughter.

I guess if they're making me have a publicist, it makes sense for it to be her-we've been family friends for years, and even if my cocky attitude drives her crazy, I know our friendship will translate well to the workplace.

But my overconfidence has never been the issue. It's the way Drew disarms me whenever I see her in a suit while she lays out a bunch of rules for me to curate the perfect public profile.

There can be zero distractions.

No scandals.

And absolutely no temptations.

While she may be meticulous in her job, Drew misses one important rule: don't fall for your coach's daughter.

The world knows I'm a playboy, and I'm about to break every rule in the book ... along with the fraternization clause in our contracts.

I'm going to make Drew Callaghan mine.