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spoke her name like that it did things to her. Left her breathless and near senseless to boot. She couldn’t decide what exactly flared in the air around them. Maybe she was reading it all wrong, and there was nothing at all suggestive in anything that either Alec or Tristan had said so far. And maybe it wasn’t hard-edged lust she saw mirrored in their look-alike grey eyes. They couldn’t possibly both desire her - or did they? Because that would just be…insane. And totally, terrifyingly tempting.
    Already, Rebecca felt the tendrils of enticement curl up from her inner thighs to spread all around her quivery frame. The brothers had her thinking thoughts forbidden, wicked and bad in all the good ways bad could be. For once in a long, long time, she was beginning to consider possibilities that involved her being set free from her self-imposed chains of doubt and repressed desires.
    If only she could really take the chance and let go…
    Forcing her mind to focus, she finally found her voice and replied to Alec’s words, saying on a whisper, “Well…I guess that depends on what you both have in mind.”
    Rebecca wished she didn’t have that soft, sultry invitation in her tone. She really didn’t want these two having any ideas. They both seemed capable of pouncing on her, just like two tigers on a lone, imprudent gazelle in the wild. Even with the other people around them, she still felt like she was in a danger zone. In danger of falling prey to whatever temptations it was their silken voices and silvery eyes promised…
    Whatever happens, don’t give in , Rebecca’s inner voice warned. You can’t give in.
    As if reading her inner turmoil, Tristan said lightly, “The night’s still young. So maybe we should simply enjoy each moment as it comes. What do you say we finish up here and try somewhere more exciting?”
    “Oh…okay. I hadn’t really planned a night on the town, but…” Ugh; she hated her indecisiveness and her abject fear of spontaneity. What was she so scared of anyway?
    She was just so used to being in control of situations, of being in charge because it made her feel more secure. But around the two brothers she felt like she was losing her hold on everything that held her back and it was frightening as well as stimulating.
    “There’s a great club downstairs who’ll let us in if we’ve got on a tie. Luckily for Alec and me, we’ll meet the dress code,” said Tristan, his smile teasing. “While you, beautiful will have no problem at all getting in.”
    Rebecca went pink again, unable to stop the blossoming pleasure that heated her insides at Tristan’s words. Okay, so she liked hearing that he thought she was beautiful. That maybe, just maybe they weren’t simply being nice - and probably felt as attracted to her as she was to them.
    So she decided that despite her inner doubts, she very well couldn’t say no to spending more time with Alec and Tristan. After all there was no harm in a little dancing – and if she could manage it, some flirting with these two hunky specimens, was there?
    It was the most she could hope for; especially since she had zero intention of giving in to the strange, raging needs that made her heart pound frantically and sent a sizzle through her deepest core…
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    Rebecca never wanted to stop feeling this way - like she was floating, high above the ceiling of the thumping club. Maybe it was all the wine and cocktails she had swirling in her system that had her feeling so charged up.
    Or maybe it was simply the fact that she knew she was with the hottest men in the place that night - and the only woman they were interested in was her.
    When they’d made their way into the club hours before, Rebecca had been surprised by the number of people thronging inside. Electric beats filled the atmosphere and the crowd was moving in tempo, building up the air of urgent excitement added by the flashing lights of the posh, trendy nightclub.
    Rebecca felt glad just having