Quinton Mann is CIA through and through. Mark Vincent is WBIS for life. There is no way they could end up as anything other than adversaries -- and yet, Quinn takes Mark out to dinner on his birthday -- the one no one is supposed to know about -- and gives him one hell of a present in the restaurant's restroom. Mark, not to be outdone, has decided to escalate this game, because it has to be a game, right? There's no way it can be anything else.<br><br>But as the game continues, as Quinn shows up to a WBIS funeral, as a friend of Mark’s penetrates the CIA computer network to get information on Quinn, as Mark breaks into Quinn's house and gives Quinn a very interesting encounter, both Quinn and Mark realize that this is becoming the most real thing in their lives.<br><br>Can they find a way to do their jobs and keep this surprising, intriguing connection?

Houseboat on the Nile

“One moment, please, Deputy Director. I’ll see if Mr. Vincent is available.”


He didn’t keep me waiting long. “Vincent.”


“Vincent, this is Quinton Mann.” I leaned back and smiled. I was about to invite him to dinner, and it would be to celebrate his birthday.


When this phone call was finished, I’d call Raphael’s. The upscale Italian restaurant was just this side of the Potomac, about a mile and a half from my town house in Alexandria, and it would be perfect. I’d talk with the chef and order the meal in advance.


I wanted nothing to interfere with this. Mark Vincent was going to get my complete, undivided attention.


Dinner was good, better than I’d expected, and not only the food. Who would have thought Mark Vincent could be such an entertaining dinner companion?


I’d pushed him too far, though, by massaging his cock with the sole of my foot. He’d tossed it aside and strode off, leaving the box with his dessert on the table.


Chapter 20