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

It didn’t matter what happened next—whether Vincent’s trashy friend called him in a panic, or the police contacted him. He would rush to the hospital, or the morgue, or wherever they wound up taking the whore, and Sperling would seize the opportunity to break into Vincent’s apartment, hack into his home computer, and find the mysterious file Michael Shaw had hinted about.


Irritating young man. While Sperling had been fucking him…. Oh, Shaw hadn’t liked it, any more than he’d liked sucking Sperling’s cock, not that Sperling had given him any choice in the matter. If Shaw wanted Vincent’s corner office, he’d do whatever Sperling ordered him to do, whether it was dropping to his knees or bending over Sperling’s desk.


Shaw had mocked him, though, with tidbits of information that he had gathered, never giving Sperling enough to bring down Vincent.


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