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Both were squeezed up close to me and both seemed determined to seduce me. I found that mind-spinningly crazy.
    “What perfume are you wearing?” Darren ducked his head to sniff at my neck. I was very aware of his lips hovering just above my pulse point. I wished he’d kiss me there.
    “Oh, I don’t know. Something fruity.” My mind went completely blank.
    “You smell good enough to eat.” Darren continued and his lips did touch my skin but only for the briefest second. My whole body tightened at the gentle kiss.
    “Your dress is beautiful.” It seemed Greg was not to be outdone—in fact he boldly ran his hand down my body from my shoulder, over my breast and lower. “I love the feel of velvet.”
    “Thank you,” I squeaked then cleared my throat. “Thanks, I love velvet too.”
    Tension zinged through me, sexual and otherwise. These two guys who I’d only just met were making me into a battlefield. They were warring to control me.
    I wasn’t a woman who enjoyed being mollycoddled. I took decisions, I dived into situations and I expected all of my staff to be respectful to both men and women. I’d reprimanded several for sexism and would go as far as to sack someone if they didn’t change their ways. I should have been appalled by the situation—I wasn’t just a trophy or a business contract. I should have kicked up a fuss and left then and there.
    But I didn’t. I liked being the centre of attention. I liked being the prize they both wanted.
    I waited for the next move but we pulled up outside the hotel so I had to wait until we exited the car. Again, both men linked arms with me. It was cold outside but apart from the cool breeze on my cheeks I barely felt it because their hard bodies protected me from the elements.
    They whisked me across the marble frontage, past the liveried doorman and into a huge reception area. It glittered with prestige and marble. Everything was perfect, neat and tidy. There was nothing overly ornate or showy but you could tell by the purposeful minimalism that this was a very classy place. The kind of place I’d only ever imagined visiting.
    We moved across the hall into the bar. Again it was big, shiny but understated. The bar was long and all the staff behind it were in immaculately cut uniforms. They all looked smart and tidy and I looked on with envy. I wished I could get my own staff to look so impressive.
    “What would you like to drink?” Darren asked and smirked at Greg.
    “I’d love a glass of water, really,” I replied, “I’m so thirsty.”
    “I’ll get them to send over some water too, but should we have some champagne? It was a very good night for us all after all.”
    Both Darren and Greg had won awards and I was sure they’d both made several deals too as they played the room.
    “Yes, why not?” Greg answered before me. “Champagne sounds good.”
    When Darren moved away Greg turned to me.
    “Look, Kerry, I really would love to spend the night with you but it is killing me to be nice to him.”
    “This is you being nice?”
    “Exactly.” He almost smiled. I found it surprisingly endearing. “Please can we dump the other guy?”
    “No.” I was very firm, it surprised even me. “No, I said I wanted to spend time with you both, so that is what’s going to happen. If you don’t like it, you can leave.”
    “God, woman. You’re infuriatingly stubborn.” He growled.
    “Now that is a case of the pot calling the kettle black.” I laughed.
    Greg sighed. “I’m not used to being told what to do, Kerry. I’m the one in control.”
    “I’d noticed, but if you want me, you play by my rules.” It was fun playing him at his own game.
    “Oh, I want you.” His growl turned to a gravelly purr. It wasn’t cute, it was the noise of a killer beast merely at rest. Any moment he could pounce and rip me apart. It turned me on. I wriggled in my seat and my damp knickers chafed against my plump lips.
    “Then you’ll share nicely.” I leaned in and