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stopped and appraised my curves. My blood turned to fire inside me. I felt like I was trapped in an inferno between their gazes.
    “Would you like that?” Darren whispered, looking to Greg.
    “I would like you both to stop shouting and acting like kids,” I snapped.
    “But would you like to spend the night with Greg and me, together? The three of us?”
    I looked left. Greg was looking stoic. I didn’t think he let his emotions show very often. I looked right and Darren was staring intently at me.
    “Yes, yes, I would.” What else could I say? I couldn’t run the risk of upsetting either of these men, and I did want to spend more time with them both, and who was I to turn down a threesome with the most handsome men in the room?
    “What do you say, Greg?” Darren asked, “Share nicely, just for tonight?”
    I melted into the background as the two enemies faced off. I could almost hear the wheels in Greg’s mind turning, evaluating the pros and cons while Darren’s icy stare spurred him on.
    “Okay, just this once,” Greg conceded, “but no funny business.”
    “No funny business.” Darren nodded and held out his hand. Greg clasped it briefly. I felt like I’d just been bought at a slave market and it felt surprisingly good. I had brought peace to two warring factions, temporarily at least. I wondered if I could keep up with both of them?

Chapter Two
    “Are you finished?” Darren appeared at my elbow the moment the crowds of people thinned.
    “I believe so,” I replied. “I’ve taken loads of bookings.”
    “Good, you’ve got my birthday booked in, right?”
    “Yes.” I nodded. “It’s all in the book.”
    Just then Greg arrived. Both boys still appeared immaculate in their suits. I felt a little frazzled around the edges. My head throbbed in time with my feet and my skin prickled with moisture. It had been a long and busy night—profitable, though, financially and, if I played my cards right, sexually too.
    “So, are you two ready?” he asked. “I’ll get Chester to bring the limo round.”
    “We can go in mine,” Darren snapped.
    “Oh, don’t start this again.” I shook my head. “Decide nicely or I’ll be getting the damn Tube home.”
    If the billionaires could be so abrupt with me, I’d be snappy with them.
    “Fine,” Darren shrugged, “but we’re going back to my hotel.”
    “Where are you staying?”
    While the boys argued amongst themselves I took the date book and locked it away in my desk. I’d filled up a lot of the year and some dates had drifted into the next one. With the business I’d secured I was guaranteed to finish the fiscal year pleasantly in profit. I might even be able to afford a holiday. If I could persuade myself to stay away from Diamonds long enough.
    When I walked back over to them the boys were silent.
    “So, are we actually ready now?”
    Greg reacted first, slipping his arm into mine and smiling.
    “Yes, it seems me and Darren are staying at the same hotel.”
    “Wonderful.” I smiled, intensely relieved. “Lead the way.”
    Darren took hold of my other arm and we strode out together. I wasn’t expecting the barrage of flashing lights and yelled questions that greeted us. I supposed I had been a little naïve. The boys, with the aid of some huge security guards, pushed past the demands and we scooted into the back of a shiny black limousine. The mellow scent of leather filled the interior. Everything sparkled. I felt like we were in a separate car to the driver who was way, way down at the front.
    “Are we going to the hotel, sir?” a polite voice asked. It sounded like it came from behind me, which was puzzling until I realised there was some kind of intercom device. Greg reached to the side of the limo and pressed a button.
    “Yes, please, Chester.”
    I would have liked more space to actually enjoy the ride home but I was crowded by two competing men and so spent my time flipping my gaze from one to the other, answering questions.