F. S. Wilson is surrounded by sex. Nice clean sex, kinky sex, humorous sex, it surrounds him every waking minute. And he's utterly sick of it. As CEO of the largest sex toy company in the state, he can't escape it however much he wants to. All he really wants is to sell out, leave behind the embarrassing job, and maybe, just maybe, find a nice woman who doesn't see him as a living example of his merchandise. At the tail end of a bad week, the last thing he needs is a complaint from his biggest customer. And what's up with her? What sort of woman orders a gross of mini sex toys anyway! PR wizard Debbie Oaks doesn't have time for a screwed up order of promo material. You'd think a sex toy company could at least get an order for a few hundred...well...items correct! But no! She's hopping mad and ready to take her lost revenue out of F. S.'s handsome hide... With a hurricane bearing down and Debbie giving F.S. the first ache of desire he's had in far too long, things get way out of control way too fast. Love at first sight can be really tough when you're convinced you don't even like each other...
