As Deuce navigated the bizarre, hilarious, and occasionally touching world of professional dating, he realized something. These women didn't want a "sensualist" like Antoine. They wanted someone who didn't look at them like they were broken. They wanted someone who would eat the soup, dance the dance, and laugh at the insults.
Then came the woman with narcolepsy who fell asleep in her soup; the woman with Tourette’s who shouted creative insults at the waitstaff; and Jilinda, who was perfect in every way except for the fact that she had a prosthetic leg made of high-grade mahogany.
Fate intervened in the form of Antoine Laconte, a man who looked like he’d been carved out of expensive mahogany and dressed by a committee of European fashionistas. Antoine was a world-class man-whore—sorry, sensualist —and he had a problem. He was going to Switzerland, and his precious, high-maintenance aquarium needed a sitter.