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fellow's.
    Blondie, up close, was simply dazzling; there were no two ways about it. His hair was a tousle of dark gold curls and his face bordered on the angelic it was so pretty, yet still it was full of character, and strong. He was slightly broader built than his friend, but moved lightly and lithely as he held out his hand. The acknowledged beauty of the two, he looked like a film star in his white shirt and cream linen trousers and waistcoat, as if he'd fallen from a screen showing
Brideshead Revisited
.
    "I'm Denny. Delighted you could come." He grinned on the word
come
, and it sent a frisson through Laurie's vitals. She smiled back, feeling a bit idiotic, but very turned on, remembering last night. Denny might look a bit fey with his cherubic curls and his creamy linen, but his handshake was firm and excitingly manly. "And this is Ed, my lover."
    Just like that. No shilly-shallying about. Well, why would they be anything but up-front after their unequivocal display?
    Ed smiled, stepped forward and shook her hand too. Like his lover, his grip was firm and his skin smooth and warm.
    Laurie blinked, just staring at them. She felt like laughing out loud, nerves notwithstanding. She'd come to the island to get away from men and their complications, and now she'd managed to end up here with two of them. Two who were completely gorgeous examples of the gender and who probably came with twice as many complications.
    The lovers stared back at her, and a little tilt of Denny's blond head seemed to be asking a question.
    Oh hell, of course, my name!
    "Oh, sorry... I'm Laurie Jones. Pleased to meet you..." Meet? How absurd was that after she'd masturbated to orgasm in front of the pair of them last night, not to mention the fact that they had already shared smiles and vague pleasantries around the pool in the last couple of days. A bubble of laugher escaped her lips, and suddenly Ed and Denny were laughing too, as if they'd both known her for years.
    "I suppose I should say sorry for spying on you last night... and... um... making an exhibition of myself too." She could feel a fresh sizzle of blush start to rise up through her décolletage and her face and throat. "But I blame that lot in Cabana Two, they started it with their... um... performance."
    "Indeed," said Ed with a grin, "It would have been cowardly not to, well, rise to the challenge." He winked at his lover. "At least that's what we thought."
    "Yes, it just had to be done, didn't it?" Denny waggled his sandy eyebrows at her, reminding her more of a naughty boy rather than of the hot, mature, rampantly sexual man he so obviously was.
    "Absolutely," concurred Laurie, still blushing but feeling her edginess ameliorate and the promise of relaxation with the two men beckon.
    "Shall we have a drink... Just chill out a bit, eh?" suggested Denny, reaching for her hand again and leading her towards the large wickerwork sofa that matched the planter's chair. As Laurie sank down onto it, he sat beside her. "Ed's ordered some food from the hotel kitchen. Just finger stuff, seafood, chicken and the like... It'll be here in a little while, so we can have a bevvy first and get to know each other." he paused, dropping an outrageous wink "... with our clothes on."
    "At least for the time being," added Ed, from across the room, presiding over the drinks tray.
    For the time being?
    Trying to suppress her quivers, Laurie looked at her left hand and realized she was still clutching the bottle, a bit like a protective talisman. "Maybe we could have some of this?"
    "Good idea. Thanks for bringing it. You're very thoughtful, Laurie." Denny took the bottle from her, almost having to prize it from her fingers because she was still processing the implications of
"For the time being"
. He strolled across to Ed and set it on the tray while his lover did the honors with highball glasses, ice, and slices of lime.
    "Rum and Coke?" enquired Ed.
    "Yes, please!"
    A shot of rum was just what she needed;