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tantrum. She’d seen it so many times she had the moves down pat.
    This whole trip had been a colossal mistake. She shook her head. “I’m sorry, but you’ve got the wrong girl.”
    Tony pulled his lower lip into his mouth and nibbled. The sight was obscene. Dirty. Daphne clenched her teeth together. You’re not going to entice me with that come hither look. No, sir. She crossed her arms across her chest for good measure.
    “You’re turned on. Admit it.” The words dripped with grit and sex.
    “I am not.”
    “Then why are your nipples trying to break out of your dress?”
    Daphne glanced down and her cheeks turned into an inferno. Damn it. “It’s cold in here.” She let her arms fall to her sides, but that only made her awkward and uncomfortable. Men didn’t do this to her. No one did.
    With a shake of her head she walked over to the window. From their office at the top of the cruise liner, Damon and Tony could overlook most of the deck. The pool she’d shoved that dickwad into sat front and center, but Daphne could make out a dance floor, an open air bar, and more people than she could count.
    Women in nothing but string bikinis milled next to guys in obscenely low riding board shorts. Dudes in speedos dove into the pool and splashed the girls at the other end. Everyone had a drink in their hand and Daphne didn’t spot a single frown. All of the other guests were having the times of their lives.
    She was too busy holding it together to notice. She chewed on her lip as Damon walked over. He stood next to her, his presence solid and intoxicating. Daphne didn’t want to admit it, but the thought of him and Tony catering to her needs made something deep inside her start to throb.
    Two men full of confidence and raw sexual energy doting on her? It was insane. There had to be a catch. She spoke up without turning her head. “So what’s the hitch?”
    “Excuse me?”
    “Men like you and your business partner don’t strike me as the type to fawn over a woman like me. What aren’t you saying?”
    Damon’s stare burned, but Daphne refused to give him the satisfaction. If she turned, he’d see the lust in her eyes.
    Tony answered from the other side. “Let’s just say we have a thing for sharing.”
    Her lips parted. “What does that mean?”
    “Exactly what he said.” Damon reached out and trailed a finger down her arm. She shuddered. “We prefer to share one woman.” He stopped when he reached her wrist and slipped his hand around the tender skin. “In every way.”
    Daphne’s mouth fell open and Damon jerked her arm, pulling her to him in a single breath. His other hand gripped her waist and he turned to catch her as she fell into his chest.
    “Get your hands off me.”
    “Not until you admit you’re curious.”
    “I am no such thing.” The lie came out hollow and phony.
    Tony’s hands landed on the swell of her hips and Daphne gasped. This can’t be happening. “I don’t do this. I’m not this kind of girl.”
    “Is that because you don’t want to be? Or because you’ve never had the opportunity?” Tony slid his hands higher, caressing her shoulder blades and spine, before swooping around to rake across her breasts.
    The shock of his touch made her cry out.
    “You’ve already scheduled this trip. Take a chance, Daphne. If you stay, you’ll have a good time.”
    Damon trailed his fingers across her cheek before rubbing his thumb across her lower lip. Daphne trembled.
    “Relax this afternoon. We’ll set up an appointment at the spa. A massage and a manicure and you’ll forget all about wanting to leave.”
    “Then what?”
    Tony’s breath fanned hot across the back of her neck. “Then we take you to dinner. You get to know us.” His lips grazed her ear. “If you still want to leave after that, we’ll make arrangements. We’ll be close enough to port tomorrow that you can disembark.”
    A whirlwind of thoughts and emotions blew through Daphne’s head. Spending the week