You always knew that Wall Street wives were as glamorous, intriguing, and desperately unhappy as their Hollywood counterparts, and now comes confirming fictional testimony from first-novelist Winkler, herself an accomplished Wall Street wife. Ariane Wakefield, the only decent member of her circle of bored, back-stabbing, bed-hopping helpmates, is mysteriously attracted to Alex Savage's silver eyes the moment she sees them, but she's too loyal to her indifferent husband Craig to think of any romantic involvements-until Craig's legal chicanery and casual adultery (and her repeated encounters with those silver eyes she'd never thought she'd see again) make her realize that her whole marriage has been a sham. As for Alex, a government agent who's been hired to get to dangerously kinky drug-dealer and "Rapunzel strangler" Hassan through his ties to Craig, he thinks Ariane is either one of the most innocent people he's ever known or an incredible actress. Alex, Who's a very complex man, longs to make love to Ariane until she cries out his name in surrender, and he finally does, many times. The sex scenes are separated, like production numbers in an MGM musical, by episodes showing Ariane fighting her passion for Alex, declaring her independence from Craig, working her way up to success as a fashion designer, feeling guilty when she can't weep over Craig's murder, and getting climactically assaulted by dead-eyed Hassan-who doesn't kill her but leaves her to be avenged by Alex, whose friend Travis, watching the rescue, realizes that Alex really loves Ariane. Formal wear by Chanel, Givenchy, and Yves St. Laurent. Sportswear by Bill Blass and Armani. Hosiery (very important) by Fogal. Accessories by Cartier, Harry Winston, Patek Philippe, Hermes, Braque, Kandinsky, and Rodin. Plotting by Jackie Collins.