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their reactions would be and wasn’t disappointed.
    Parking in front, he got out and waited on the steps. The pair emerged from their little Hyundai and stood gaping at the mansion.
    “Oh, my God!” Jackie exclaimed. “What the hell do you do for the government? Embezzle money from wealthy countries?”
    He laughed, enjoying their wide-eyed amazement. “Hardly. I just do stuff a lot of people can’t, or won’t.”
    Jeri gave him a slack-jawed look. “Off the record, I’ll bet.”
    That was a bit too close to the truth, so he led them to the door and let them in. “Shall we?” Simon, impeccably dressed though it was nearly eleven, met them in the foyer.
    “Good evening, sir. Your outing was a smashing success, then?” To his credit, he didn’t even blink to find two women on his boss’s arm.
    “It was. Could I get champagne, strawberries, and warm chocolate brought to my suite?” He made his request simple, seeing as Mrs. Beasley had gone home hours ago.
    “Right away. Will that be all?”
    “Yes. After you bring the tray, I won’t need you any more this evening.”
    “Very good, sir.”
    “Thank you, Simon.”
    The butler paused and for a second Michael thought he caught a hint of reproach in the elderly man’s eyes. Then he turned and strode for the kitchen, dignified as usual, leaving Michael to think he must’ve imagined the man’s disapproval.
    Shaking off a wave of irritation, he showed the ladies upstairs. He was a grown man, for God’s sake, and didn’t require anyone’s permission to indulge in a tryst in the privacy of his own home. Which didn’t explain why he was vastly relieved that he didn’t encounter Bastian on the way to his room.
    Pushing aside an uncomfortable feeling very much like guilt, he closed the door to his suite behind them and got a kick out of watching the two go over every square foot of bedroom, sitting area, and bathroom, squealing about this and that.
    “A butler!”
    “I know! All proper and English, too, just like the dude from that old Arthur movie.”
    “Jeez, look at this shower! A football team could fit in here.”
    “You would know.”
    “Oh, shush!”
    More giggling. He kicked off his boots, letting them explore to their hearts’ content. They had all night. While they were occupied, he stashed his weapons so he didn’t frighten them into sending out a distress call to the brother. A soft knock sounded on the door, and he opened it to find Simon balancing their tray of goodies.
    “Just put it on the table in the sitting area.”
    The old man completed the task gracefully and then gestured to the sealed bottle. “Shall I pour?”
    “No, I’ve got it. Thanks.” He clapped the man on the shoulder. “I’ve kept you up too late, my man. Get yourself to bed.”
    Simon’s lips quirked. “I daresay I won’t have quite the same enlightening experience as you, sir.”
    “You old dog,” he said, laughing. Simon rarely joked, and when he did, he was funny.
    The man lifted his chin, giving Michael an imperious look down the length of his nose. “Indeed. I possessed quite the bite in my day. Good evening.”
    “Good night.”
    He shut the door again and locked it for good measure, trying to imagine Simon as a young Englishman carousing in London. The picture wouldn’t form.
    “Michael?”
    He swung his gaze around to see the twins emerge from his bathroom, stripped to their lacy black bras and panties. Thoughts of Simon left his brain along with all his blood—which promptly headed south. His cock revived and his body hummed in anticipation. He was so damned hungry, and right now nothing mattered more than sating himself all night long, until he lay limp and exhausted. He’d go until his recovering body could no longer hold up, and then they’d sleep, hopefully going another round in the morning.
    “Gorgeous,” he murmured. “Champagne?”
    “Please,” Jeri said, and her sister nodded.
    Uncorking the bottle, he poured them each a flute and