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

“Where are your roommates?” Ford finally asked, pulling out of his brother’s embrace.


“Billy—his real name is William, you know—went to his family’s cottage for the weekend. And Steven and Cliff—his real name is Clifton—went to their special reading classes today. They can’t read as well as I can, you know.”


“So you have the room all to yourself, huh? I know you like that the best.”


“Only because I can watch the ’vision shows I want to watch. Billy usually wants to change channels, but he’s not here to mess with me today. He can be a real stinker sometimes. His real name is William, too.” Mitch looked down at Ford’s empty arms. “What did you bring me? What did you bring me?”


Chapter 52