When Antoine returned, he found his apartment pristine, his fish thriving, and Deuce Bigalow walking away with his head held high—and a very tall woman waving goodbye from the balcony.

Deuce was in heaven. For three days, he lived like a king, or at least a king’s very confused fish-sitter. Then, the incident occurred. A freak accident involving a blender, a toaster, and a very expensive medieval weapon left Antoine’s luxury apartment looking like a war zone.

Enter T.J. Hicks, a "man-manager" with a wardrobe consisting entirely of purple velvet and a business model that lived in the greyest of legal areas.

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.