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full benefits, including tuition reimbursement. You’ll have no trouble getting the job.”
    Megan’s mouth came open.
    A year—bonus—a job? How could they guarantee another company would—who—too many questions. She couldn’t keep them all straight. She could barely keep herself on her feet.
    “You can take the money and leave now,” Nick said. “Or at any time tonight.”
    Sean seemed supremely relaxed, but the tell was in his blue eyes. He was just as close to the edge as his twin brother, just as dominant. Maybe more. He never looked away from Megan, and he never stopped smiling as he said, “You can go home to that life, or you can stay and see how Dorians celebrate the holidays.”
    Megan gripped the toy table harder.
    Dorians?
    Oh, God.
    These were the two men who founded DII and took it from the low rent district to an international business power with operations in fourteen countries. They were unbelievably rich, and from everything she had heard, absolutely ruthless.
    Brothers.
    Megan wanted to smack herself in the forehead. She had known brothers founded DII, but nobody mentioned twins. Nobody mentioned gorgeous, or tattoos, or drop-dead sexy.
    They’re ruthless.
    They smell like leather.
    And they were saying they wanted her.
    Megan felt her skin turn pink under her body stocking.
    “Your hair is beautiful,” Nick said. “You should see the way it shimmers in the candlelight. You should wear it down.”
    “I like your eyes,” Sean said. “Wide. Innocent. Ah, look at that blush. It’s part of what makes you so damned hot.”
    Megan stood on the stage holding on to the table. She needed to leave. She wanted to stay. What the hell was she doing? What were they doing?
    “Have you ever used one of those toys you’re peddling?” Nick asked.
    “I—um. No.” Why did she admit that?
    “I can see your nipples,” Sean told her, holding her with those blue, blue eyes. “Like red wine under that sheer fabric. Made for squeezing and tasting.”
    Megan’s body reacted like those words were touches. Reflex made her fold her arms across her breasts, but when Nick shook his head, his eyes turning from avid to fierce, she lowered her arms and enjoyed the way his frown faded back to approval and interest.
    How could it be this exciting, just to be looked at?
    “My brother and I, we think you’re a natural submissive,” Sean said. “Do you know what that means?”
    Oh, yeah. She knew. Megan had read a hundred stories and watched a few flicks. She’d even slipped into a BDSM club once and had done a little terrified watching, but she’d never had the guts to try anything close to letting herself be dominated.
    “You should answer when we ask you questions,” Nick said, his gaze steady and unrelenting.
    Megan shivered at the forcefulness in his tone, and she nodded.
    “Answer out loud,” Sean instructed. “Do you think you’re a submissive, Megan?”
    Megan twitched, caught between the urge to answer immediately and the impulse to tell both of them to go screw themselves with their arrogant personal questions.
    Still a little bit of sanity left ?
    “Yes,” she said. “I think I’m a submissive.”
    So much for sanity.
    “Your body is made for a man’s hands,” Nick said. “Especially those dark curls between your thighs. Have you ever had a real man?”
    I’ve always wanted a real man. Someone strong and dominant. I’ve always wanted something wild. Something out of my control.
    Was that true?
    She knew it was. Megan shuddered with the truth of it, with the need she was daring herself to acknowledge. When she didn’t answer the question, Sean’s quiet chuckle promised that she’d pay for that little bit of insubordination. The thought of what he might do to her made her wetter yet.
    Nick smiled, and it was nothing short of carnal. “What’s it going to be, Megan? Walk away—or stay?”
    “Think before you answer,” Sean warned. “Because we play rough.”
    Wow .
    Megan