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clearly interested in hiring out the club.
    He didn’t move his hand. He didn’t squeeze or stroke, he just left it there imprinted on my thigh. I could feel it burning through my skirt to my skin. His fingertips rested just below the hem, they were on my naked flesh and I imagined Greg insinuating them underneath my dress and up past my drenched knickers to my pussy.
    I sat still, like a statue. I looked up at the stage but I didn’t take in any of what was happening. I wondered if Greg’s hand on my body was the blatant signal indicating he wanted to fuck me that I thought it was. A few moments later, my mind still reeling with what might happen next, I was surprised to feel Darren’s hand slide onto my left thigh.
    I looked over towards his unruly red hair and gazed at his pretty blue eyes. I was sure shock was written all over my face. He just winked. I smiled weakly. I wasn’t sure what else to do.
    Two hot guys who coincidentally possessed enough money between them to buy my bar and all the other shops and houses in the immediate area were feeling me up at the same time. I found myself in a quandary. How the hell was I going to keep them both satisfied? There was only one of me but there were two of them. I supposed they could share me, but would they want to? It was a kinky idea, one that really, really appealed to me, but they were bitter rivals. I was positive they wouldn’t want to crawl into bed with each other and definitely not just to be with me.
    Maybe I was getting ahead of myself, but I certainly didn’t want to do anything to offend either billionaire. It was mind-boggling that both of them were showing me interest. I sat still and tried not to breathe. I was afraid it was all going to go terribly wrong.
    “…Greg Stamford!” The compère—Dave something I think his name was—looked at our table. The spotlight was fixed on us and Greg stood up, removed his hand from my thigh and strode towards the stage.
    “After this, would you like to join me for a nightcap?” Darren didn’t waste any time, immediately turning to proposition me.
    “Well, I have to stay here until the end,” I replied, “I still have work to do.”
    Darren nodded and waited, pinning me under his ice-blue gaze.
    “If you wait, I might be free then.”
    “Okay, I’ll wait. You’ll be worth it.”
    I was flattered. I know, awfully non-PC of me, but a hot billionaire wanting to spend time with me turned my head. I wasn’t used to it. I didn’t get many propositions at work, at least not from people who weren’t drunk or married or unattractive. I was on cloud nine. Then Greg came back with an award in hand.
    “So, after we’ve finished here do you want to come to my room and talk business and maybe more?”
    Billionaires are so to the point. Well, at least these ones were.
    “Actually, mate ”—Darren spat the word, making it sound less than friendly—“I’ve just arranged to have a nightcap with the lady.”
    “Oh, you did, did you? Well, I got there first.”
    “Fast isn’t always good, Greg,” Darren snapped back.
    “You only say that because Stamford’s get the apps out there first.” Greg looked cocky. Darren looked like he was about to explode. I felt like piggy in the middle.
    “Full of bugs and glitches.”
    “Nothing that can’t be fixed.” Greg seemed mostly unruffled.
    “Well, this can’t be fixed. Kerry has agreed to come with me after the show.”
    “We have to talk business, I’m going to host a launch party here. Kerry already told me we’d talk after the ceremony.” Greg’s voice was raising with each comment. Soon everyone would hear and the ceremony would be ruined by two hard-headed big shots. I’d be a laughingstock.
    “Well, you two talk. I’ll wait until you’re finished and then wake her up for a nightcap.”
    “You little—”
    “Would you two stop it?” I whispered. “Have you never learnt how to share nicely? There is plenty of me to go round.”
    Both boys