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laughed. “I’ve even heard rumors that you’ve secretly developed a new male potency drug that will outperform any erectile dysfunction drug on the market.”
    “Of course guys like to think I have chemical help. Otherwise they’d have to wonder what they’re doing wrong in the bedroom.” The cartoon had certainly made him look foolish. However, he would really become a laughingstock if anyone discovered his so-called stamina was due to a psycho-sexual disorder, or that he would give his right nut to overcome his guilt. “If I ever find the artist who drew that cartoon, I’m going to beat him to a bloody pulp, right before I fire him.”
    “I don’t know what your problem is.” Bryce snorted. “Most guys would kill to have your rep in bed. Maybe in a previous life you were a gigolo.”
    At times, he felt like one.
    “Other guys don’t have most of the board of directors buying into Renee’s harassment propaganda. They think I’m bedding every female who walks into my office.” The only board members who hadn’t swallowed the rumors were two female directors who’d already failed in their own attempts to seduce him. “Why the hell would anyone believe I’m some Love Machine rather than recognize April’s claims for what they were—drunken exaggeration?”
    “Because, at heart, they’re all perverts who wish they had as many women chasing them as you—”
    “Damn it!” Jordan pounded his desk. “If you knew how few of my dates I actually sleep with—”
    “Hey, don’t blow a gasket. I know you’re no man-whore. I’m just saying maybe that cartoon led Stan to think he could score a few points with you by sending you a parade of centerfolds as temps.”
    “The only point Stanley H. Pulaski’s going to get is the one on the tip of my shoe when I kick his bony ass toward the unemployment office. When I asked why he hadn’t considered Hannah for me, the weasel admitted he gave her the brush-off because he didn’t think she was my type.”
    “There you go.” Bryce chuckled. “He was probably calling 1-900-HOT-BABE to recruit applicants for you.”
    Jordan leaned his elbows on his desk. “If I’m supposedly such a super-stud, why would anyone believe I’d need to resort to hitting on my employees?”
    Bryce spread his hands. “When a guy takes a different woman to every function he attends, people wonder. Especially if the guy is CEO of one of the largest manufacturers of contraceptive products.” He drew his eyebrows together and flashed a wry smile. “Or isn’t that why you’re known as The Condom King?”
    “Very funny.” Jordan fished a rubber band from his desk drawer and shot it at his friend’s chest. “Add a stanza about marriage and children to that song, and you can sing back-up harmony for my grandfather.”
    “It’s spring. That tune’s always number one on his hit parade this time of year.”
    “Yeah, but since he retired, it’s become his theme song.” Jordan released a disgusted sputter and nodded toward Bryce. “And you’re a fine one to talk about me being a player, Mr. Never-date-the-same-woman-more-than-a-month . No one’s accusing you of playing hide the sausage with your secretary.”
    Some employees had even begun to speculate as to whether Bryce’s serial dating might be a cover-up for being gay, which Jordan knew was ludicrous. His pal had simply descended from a long line of womanizers.
    “I’m also not heir to the Calder fortune,” Bryce reminded him.
    “Tell me about it.” Jordan’s friend had no idea what a burden being Edward’s heir could be. Sometimes he wished he could just be an ordinary, average Joe.
    Jordan turned his chair and gazed at the expansive view—a hundred and fifty green acres surrounding the seven buildings and four parking lots scattered about the New Jersey corporate campus. He spied his grandfather lounging on his usual bench in the garden at the entrance to the building and shook his head. “He always sits right