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?Joe,? she repeated, as she looked at the man walking over to the car, wondering if a well-prepared lobster meal was the only fantasy Warren intended to realize. The bloke was all polished muscles and tanned skin, and he looked more like a surfer or a male model than a chef.
?I told you, I want to make all your fantasies come true.? He reached across to open her seat belt just as the other guy, Joe, opened her car door from the outside. There wasn?t time to say anything else, but when she caught Warren?s eye, he flickered his eyebrows at her.
Anya barely had time to gather h
erself before her hand was taken in Joe?s firm, warm grasp as he helped her from the car. She found herself staring into dark brown eyes that held a mischievous look.
?You?re just as sexy as Warren said you were.? He drew her hand to his mouth and kissed it. It was a charming gesture, and that?together with his bad-boy stance and the raw sex appeal?made for a dangerously inviting package. Warren appeared at his side, taller and more maverick in his good looks, his eyes filled with secret knowledge.
?Why, thank you,? she responded, ?but you have the advantage. I wish Warren had told me about you.? Her eyebrows lifted as she glanced over at Warren.
Warren shrugged. ?I thought you might enjoy the surprise.?
Oh, yes, she was enjoying it all right, and so was he. She could tell.
?I?ll get your bags,? Joe said, heading to the back of the car.
?Well, do you find him attractive?? Warren asked under his breath, when Joe moved out of earshot.
?Warren!?
He laughed, and then smacked her bottom playfully.
Direct wasn?t the word. ?One question,? she whispered back, as they followed Joe into the house.
?What??
?If you told him all about me, does he know you know??
?Know what??
?Stop teasing me, Warren. The other thing.? Her face burned. ?The threesome thing.?
Warren chuckled. ?No, not at all. I?m sure he?ll be up for it, if you are. The important thing is that you and I trust each other, and that means I?m not going to say anything until I know he fits your requirements.?
Requirements? Heat washed over her as her arousal grew. She glanced at Joe?s back and the solid muscles that flexed easily as he carried their bags into the house, and any embarrassment she felt was short-lived. This was too enticing. She had to pull herself together?and fast?because she wanted to be ready for whatever happened. ?You set this up, didn?t you??
?I prefer to think that I made it available for you.?
?How do you know he?d want to, if you haven?t talked to him about it??
Warren shrugged. ?He?s a red-blooded male. He?d be mad to turn down the opportunity to get his hands on a woman like you.? He hauled her in against him, one arm around her shoulders as he whispered in her ear. ?If you want him, he?s yours. I think you could handle it. I?d like to see another man hungry for you .?
Anya almost tripped over the doorstep, images flashing through her mind, images of bodies entangled and Warren in charge. He?d lit the fuse inside her, and something deep and irrevocable had flared in response.
?Good?? Joe asked, when she finally put down her fork.
Anya sighed heavily as she finished her meal. ?Superb. Easily the best lobster I?ve ever tasted.?
Joe clapped his hands and stood up, stacking the plates. ?My work is done.?
?Not quite.? Warren smiled across the table at Anya.
?Warren.? She laughed softly into her wineglass, her face heating. He?d been tightening the circle, as the day passed. After an afternoon spent strolling along the shore to the nearest town for provisions, and the earlier part of the evening cooking together, things were getting more intimate all the time, and that was Warren?s doing. He was definitely in charge, and she liked that.
?Let?s adjourn to the sitting room.? Warren pushed the wine bottle into Joe?s hands to distract him.
Anya rose to her feet, following the two men into the sitting area. It was difficult to drag her thoughts away from Warren?s suggestion. She kept imagining what it would be like to be between them, their hands roaming her body. Her sex tightened and grew damp at the very thought of it. Mercifully, Warren didn?t turn the lights on. Anya knew he was observing her, they both were, and the atmosphere crackled. Joe?s eyes had become increasingly filled with curiosity as he surveyed the pair of them over the course of the evening, as if he knew something was afoot.
