He’s the arrogant Manhattan real estate agent with billboards marketing his six-pack more than his expertise in negotiations.

I’m the competing broker who stupidly transferred across the hall from his workplace.

From day one, I am his sworn foe. Okay, so I might have accidentally stolen one of is own clients. Well, is it stealing if the client involves me?

Actually our vicious banter and loathing gazes can’t hide the chemistry between us. Who are able to blame me? He offers enough charisma to create every hot-blooded girl in the town melt with an individual word.

Just when I believe a mutual respect could be born between us, the largest developer in the town offers us an opportunity that pits us against one another.

Time to forget Carmelo Mancini’s dreamy eye and tight abdominal muscles.

Game on.