Inter-office Male Book

When he looked in her eyes he saw eight fresh, finely chopped basil leaves. He couldn't take his eyes off her. She tossed her head: Three cloves of garlic and a tablespoon of fresh ground pepper fell out of her hair. Lemon juice seasoned her laughter. Her skin smelled of mint and scallions. Linguini with anchovy and caper sauce. She told him stories about duck lasagna with porcini and truffles as she twisted fettucine in a white clam sauce around a fork and lifted it to his mouth. "My family," she said, "was a simple tomato sauce with an oil base. But because we loved each other and gathered around the dinner table, we learned to draw closer with grated fontina cheese, vermicelli, finely sliced prosciutto, and spears of asparagus." He nodded. He had been eating crumbs off the floor. He never even bothered to look at what he put in his mouth. He had been eating nuts and seeds, hardtack, bread the texture of a rug when she said, "Here, eat this." Is it any wonder? He fell in love with her... If the workplace is no place to fall in love, why does everyone do it? In the tradition of Nick Hornby's High Fidelity and Steve Martin's Shopgirl, INTER-OFFICE MALE is an unconventional modern battle of the sexes and a celebration of the hilariously psychotic phenomenon of true love... She struck like an earthquake. In the middle of winter in the middle of Detroit, Walter lifted his eyes from his fluorescent-lit desk and experienced a tremor that snapped his pencil in two. The cause is no ordinary force of nature. It's Luna, a fascinating enigma, a curvaceous blend of sexual allure and driving ambition. One look transforms mild-mannered Walter into an obsessed love hound, but this raven-haired beauty just wants to "be friends." But when Walter's passionate aura begins to attract other women, Luna flips out. After all, how would you feel if the admirer you held firmly in your grasp suddenly turned out to be the runner-up in the Sexiest Man in the Company Contest?Read More