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

And that’s when I heard the ringing, vague as it was. At first I thought my ears were playing tricks on me, but when the sound came again, I realized it poured from out of the pocket of his suit coat.


Releasing my cock from his mouth, he jerked upright and cursed his frustration for the both of us. In an instant, he had his cell phone in hand and looked at the caller ID, then glanced at me. “Damn, I need to take this.”


“The nursing home in Chicago. Sorry, Zane, I really am.”


“It’s all right,” I said, lying. I had been moments away from filling his mouth with jizz, so I felt anything but “all right.” Nevertheless, since I now knew the importance of the phone calls from his hometown, I practiced patience and tried to take the horribly timed interruption in stride.


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