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“I can’t believe you were any trouble at all.” Sebastian tipped his head to the side. “I would guess you were a quiet child.”
“And you guessed wrong.” Delight filled the little laugh in her voice. “Especially whenever my friend Summer was allowed to spend time in D.C. with us. She was a hoyden. And always getting me into trouble.” She pouted. But her eyes told a far different story. Filled with the irrepressible spark of a prankster and a child who found wonder in the world.
God, he wanted to paint her. Just as she was now, her expression both innocent woman-child and emerging sensualist. With her elbow propped on the table, her chin resting in her hand as the softness in her gaze hinted at the secrets behind the soft curve of her lips.
“Not Summer Bartlett?” Mock horror filled Shane’s voice as Sebastian grimaced and shot Alyssa a surprised look.
Surely not.
“So you know her?” Delight filled Alyssa’s voice now. “Isn’t she wonderful? She’s always causing trouble. Margot never knows quite what to do with her or what to say whenever Summer flashes her one of those little-girl looks and assures her that she deserves all the credit, mind you, for whatever catastrophe we caused together. It’s the only time I can’t convince her that I was behind the disaster myself.”
“She should be burned at the stake,” Shane muttered, and Sebastian well agreed with him.
“The world would lose so much laughter if you did that.” A hint of seriousness stroked over the amusement. “I would be very bored, Shane.”
“Honey, I promise, we’ll keep boredom at bay.” Moving toward her, his expression hinting at the hunger raging beneath the surface, he gave her a slow, sensual smile. “We bought you some presents, just for those times when we might not be here. Would you like to see them?”
Alyssa swallowed tightly. Presents? She had a feeling it wasn’t some charming little keepsake.
“Will I know what to do with it?” she asked almost fearfully. She had no doubt it had better come with instructions as well as batteries.
The fact that she could just look at them, no matter how bland their expressions, and often guess what they were up to was scary. Barely a week into the sort of relationship, as she called it, and sometimes it felt as though she’d known them far, far longer.
“Well, if you don’t, we’ll help you learn,” Shane assured her, his expression at once teasing and as hungry as any starving wolf.
She turned to Sebastian. “Is he serious?”
Why had she bothered to ask him? The look on his face was pretty much identical.
She was going to blush. Alyssa could feel it comin
g. She would start stuttering and they’d get that dazed expression they always got when that happened, which only made her feel more self-conscious.
Breathing out heavily, she stared at the two men. How could hungry wolves get those flashes of male Christmas anticipation at the same time? These two had their moments of incredible contradictions. And frightening sexual intensity.
“Okay, let’s get it over with,” she told them. “What kind of completely inappropriate presents did the two of you bring me?”
The edible panties she’d hidden hours after they’d left several nights before. The day before, they’d actually brought her edible body oils. She’d not said a word. She took the box to the bedroom and shoved it into an empty drawer.
Shane retrieved the dark gray bag from the chair and approached her with such sexual anticipation she could feel the blush already coming on.
“Sure you don’t want to just open it for me?” she suggested.
His grin was positively devilish. “No, but I really think you should let us help you try it out.”
She accepted the bag cautiously.
“The two of you are going to have to stop this,” she sighed. “Before I die of overexposure to lust.”
“That’s possible?” Sebastian’s completely false look of shock had her shaking her head in exasperation.
Well, hell, she might as well be a good sport about it. She’d learned that fine art when Summer hit sixteen and decided they were dinosaurs for still being virgins and they should just take care of things themselves. She’d even bought the tools required to do so and left Alyssa howling in laughter.
Steeling herself, she glanced in the bag, then reached inside cautiously.
“I promise it doesn’t bite.” Sebastian was about a breath away from dying of laughter.
The ass.
