Project Director Zane Caldwell has a major problem -- a charming, go-getter hotshot from Chicago named Ford Trionni, recently hired at Widdley Finch Inc., a Connecticut-based marketing research company. The man, whom the secretarial pool nicknamed "The Italian Stallion" based on his stunning good looks and sexual aura, has also gained the reputation of a superstar in the industry due to his innovative analytical techniques. The trouble is, the man wears his accolades like a badge on his lapel, strutting around the office like a peacock.<br><br>Ford's self-centered, lofty attitude drives Zane to utter distraction. Even worse, the man seems to know it, intentionally using his sizzling sex appeal to tie Zane's patience and libido into knots while giving off mixed messages of mutual attraction. But from what Zane can tell, Ford's already involved in an intense relationship with someone else, and the last thing Zane wants is to fall for a guy who not only treats him like a peon instead of an equal, but intends to make him a side dish to his current love affair.<br><br>Yet as he works with Ford on an important account, Zane begins to realize there's more to Ford than the man lets on, and all may not be what it seems. As the heat between them builds into an inferno despite their contrary work relationship, Zane vows to get to the bottom of Ford's confusing behavior once and for all. Is the man playing games with Zane's job and his heart, or is there a chance they might actually discover they're the perfect partners?

And the Survey Says

“Anything spring to mind?” he asked, his eyes narrowing almost playfully. “About places to live,” he added a second later, which led me to believe his actions with the olive had indeed been intentional.


I forced thoughts of hot and heavy sex from my brain in order to tame the horny hellhound inside me, then gulped down a mouthful of the Captain’s spicy brew and concentrated on his question. The more I weighed his criteria, the more I realized he’d just described a residential area I knew all too well. “I can point you toward some apartments or condos that might appeal to you. Actually, they’re in my neighborhood.”


“Near you, huh? Considering my ‘attitude,’ I suspected you might steer me toward the other side of town.”


“I appreciate your honesty. But what swayed you to show mercy on me?”


I smirked. “What can I say? I’m a nice guy.”


Chapter 23