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    Rent and bills. She couldn’t forget those. This was a job. It was just a job—a job she couldn’t get fired from—and she could do it. After a few slow breaths, she turned around.
    Nick and Sean stood with arms folded in identical postures, in front of the tables and topiaries, looking like Greek gods in black Gucci tuxedos. Their night-black hair glistened in the firelight, and their blue eyes studied her with an intensity that threatened to melt her to nothing but tallow.
    “Merry Christmas, Megan,” one of them said in a deep, husky voice. His gaze traveled from her face to her lace-clad breasts, and lower, to the barely-covered dark patch of hair between her legs.
    “Happy New Year, too,” said the other twin. “And I was right. You are a naughty girl.”

Chapter 6
    Megan lost all sense of up and down, of backward or forward. She couldn’t move an inch. Electric sensations rippled across her skin as the two men looked at her, their expressions so stern and possessive that they literally made her ache.
    “How did you know I’d be here?” she asked, her tight voice giving away her physical reaction to the twins.
    Sean—she could tell it was Sean from the flames on his neck—eased back and hitched one hip against a table. “We had your contact information from DII.”
    Not fair. Probably not even legal. Megan didn’t put any of that into words, but she was tempted. She wanted to be pissed and fiery, but she was too stunned and too embarrassed. Anyway, it was hard to work up a good bitch-face when she was dressed like a sex kitten in heat.
    “We spoke to your roommate,” Nick said. There was nothing relaxed in his posture at all. He was intensity personified. “Drew. Very nice lady, once we explained who we were and what we wanted.”
    Megan tried to swallow, but her throat had gone dry. “And what do you want?”
    Sean’s slow grin and the way his crystal blue eyes wandered over her skimpy lace body stocking kindled a fire in her belly. “I think it’s obvious what we want, Megan.”
    “You’ve been watching us,” Nick said. “Every time we came to DII headquarters. Does it surprise you that we’ve been watching you, too?”
    “Yes.” Megan’s automatic answer surprised her. Nick was so commanding, even his simple questions felt like orders that had to be obeyed immediately. Or else.
    The fire in her belly spread lower.
    She realized she wanted one of them to kiss her. She didn’t care which one, as long as they did it soon. She wanted them to take her, trap her between them again, and brand her with their bodies.
    Stop it. Get a grip. This can’t be real . The cold, rational voice of past experience tried to drop ice on her mounting desire. Men like this don’t want girls like you.
    She didn’t have movie-star looks or a magazine cover build. Why would they be interested in her? They were playing at something. Nervousness made her muscles tense, and worry crowded into her already confused thoughts and emotions.
    Megan fought her brain fog and tried to find her inner steel. “I’m serious,” she managed to say without stammering. “What do you two really want from me?”
    “Everything,” Nick said with no hesitation at all. He didn’t have to go looking for his inner steel. The man was made of it. Every time he spoke, Megan sensed a dark force inside him, an undeniable dominance that made her want to drop to her knees and do whatever he commanded. She reached out to the table full of toys and steadied herself. Her breath came a little too fast, and it was making her dizzy.
    “It’s like this,” Nick said. “Your rent has been paid for a year.” He reached out and lifted a fat mailing envelope off the table as he watched her. “The check for tonight’s party—with a generous Christmas bonus—is right here, along with an introduction to Stanis Grantz at Freidrich’s Imports, and two personal reference letters. They have a position open in their secretarial pool, with