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

When the phone rang late Sunday morning, I half-expected to hear Ian’s voice again. Instead, Ford’s strong tenor filled my ears. To my surprise, my body promptly responded, with my heart thumping, my fingertips tingling, and my cock hardening. The reaction astonished me. I stretched out on the couch where we’d driven each other wild only days earlier, and wondered if maybe I really wasfalling in love with the guy. If that was how the L-word affected one’s body, I decided, I wanted to embrace the emotion and never let it go.


We talked for only a few moments before I heard something in his voice, a hitch of longing that matched my current mood. “Want to pop over?” I asked.


He sighed. “I was hoping you’d extend an invitation.”


“Then what are you waiting for? Oh, and Ford…”


“This time, bring a change of clothes for work tomorrow.”


Chapter 46