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skin was not completely clear. I could see a tattoo that seemed to pass, from one side of his chest, to the other. It possibly went further, but the leather vest obstructed my view, beyond what I could see through the opening. The tattoo looked like a strand of barbed wire, and I stared at it for a moment, wondering what his motivation had been for that.
    Almost reluctantly, my eyes moved up higher. It wasn’t that I felt I’d be disappointed by what I saw, more I would be sad to be finished, my visual exploration, of these fine examples of the male body.
    He had a strong looking neck, which was adorned by a heavy linked gold chain. I moved past it, to a very masculine looking jaw, darkened by a five o’clock shadow.
    I felt myself start to melt, when I saw his full, sensual, beautiful lips. When one corner lifted, a dimple flashed in his cheek, and I nearly ended up on the floor. Damn, he couldn’t be real, Blondie couldn’t be real. I had to be dreaming, surely? Men like these two didn’t exist for real, did they?
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Five
     
    My eyes shifted from one to the other briefly, taking in the sheer masculine beauty, standing before me. I mentally shrugged my shoulders. They were standing in my home, so they had to be real; unless I was sleeping, and just dreaming all this? Better check to be sure I suppose. I pinched myself, gasping at the small pain and then turned to the studs. They were still standing there; this was real.
    Finally I lifted my eyes to stud number two’s face, and gasped, probably loud enough for him to hear. I couldn’t see his face, because he too wore a mask like Blondie’s one, but because of his more European appearance, he really could pass for Zorro.
    He was staring down at me, with eyes that sent a jolt through me. Damn, they were a deep chocolate brown and strangely familiar. They were just like Dan’s, the man from the club.
    That was crazy though, it couldn’t be Dan. I must have had him so firmly rooted in my brain; I was imagining this man looked like him. Of course with the mask covering most of his face, it was hard to tell.
    Dan’s hair had been slicked back in a ponytail; this man’s hair was loose and reasonably long. It fell to his shoulders in soft waves, and shone with a glossy sheen, under my entry lights. It looked black, but I think it was actually a really dark brown, and looking at him, he was like a dark version of Fabio, the man who used to be on every romance book years ago.
    He wore his hair sort of swept back, as if he constantly raked a hand through it. Despite that, a large lock fell forward, partially obscuring one eye. The end of it curled against the corner of his beautiful lips, and suddenly, I was envious of that lock of hair. 
    Overall, he was stunning, they both were, but I was definitely more drawn to stud number two.
    “So, am I allowed to ask your names?” I finally spoke up, realising I couldn’t just stand, staring at them all night. I had to remember the clock was ticking. I only had two hours with these hot looking men.
    “Sure you can sugar. I’m Alex.” The louder blonde stud announced, shooting a wide smile at me. He shot a glance over his shoulder, to the taller, quieter stud. “I hope you have a taste for continental?” He grinned again, and I blushed when I realised what he was saying. “This is Dante. He’s Italian and the b…” He stopped abruptly, when he was suddenly elbowed, from behind.
    “Ciao bella signora. I am Dante. It is my very great pleasure to meet you.” Finally the tall, dark and until now, silent one, spoke. His voice was deep, sexy, but the accent was the thing that instantly had me so wet, I expected to feel the moisture running down my leg.
    What had Alex asked me? Did I have a taste for continental? Well, if this was an example of what Europe had to offer, then hell…fucking…yes!
    I stared up at him, wondering what happened next. Did they tell me what to do? Did I give them