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

Without another word, he reached out a hand and pressed it against my chest, tugging at the hair in the center of my breastbone. Simultaneously, using his other hand, he touched the mound in my slacks. His fingers traced the framework of my dick, groped, and kneaded me, driving me wild.


“Don’t start something you have no intention of finishing,” I warned.


He brought his face close to mine, so close that I caught a whiff of his martini-tainted breath. “What makes you think I won’t?”


“Because I never know from one minute to the next which Ford will appear before me. The false one who treats me like a lesser foe, or the real Ford, the one whose passion can’t be contained, either because of the alcohol or because he can’t suppress his attraction toward me. You have to make up your mind, one way or the other, and stick to it this time. I demand nothing less.”


Chapter 37