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my ego."
    Trey shook his head in disbelief, his mouth curving into that cute lopsided smile. "I want to make another bet," he said in a low, sexy voice.
    "What?"
    "I bet that you'd satisfy me just fine."  
    Her breathing shallowed as that fire in her belly flared up again. Could he really set her alight that quickly?
    "What's the prize for the winner?" she asked.
    "The winner gets to choose the prize."
    "What would you want as a prize?" she asked curiously.
    "If I win, I want to be your sex slave—at your beck and call for three weeks—as long as you promise to call on my services at least every other day—if not every day," he said with a salacious grin.
    She laughed, her misgivings easing at the idea that filled her head. If she played this right, she could crowd out the other girls. She could be Trey's one and only—for three weeks.
    Ooh, bad idea, Kris. Knowing you, you're likely to fall head over heels. What if Trey didn't? You could end up with pieces of your heart scattered all over Sydney soil.
    She pushed away the unwelcome killjoy voice in her head. Three weeks was a long time. Who knew what might happen? She was prepared to plunge head-first, just like she always did with things she really wanted.
    Gosh, she was such an optimistic, romantic fool. But that was who she was, and she couldn't change now.   If this turned out to be the wrong decision later on, she'd worry then. For the time being…
    She turned to Trey and held out her hand. "Deal."
    Trey let out a surprised laugh, as if he didn't really think she would take his teasing proposition seriously. "Deal," he said, gripping her hand tightly.
    She sat closer to him and slowly ran her fingers along his jaw and down to the first button of his shirt. "Since I really want to lose this bet, I better get started. I might need all night."
    "Do whatever you want," Trey said huskily.
    "Hmm. I think I can kill two birds with one stone," she said sultrily as she stood up in front of him. "Since I still need to give you dance lessons, I might as well show you some moves."
    She took a sip from her wine glass and put it down on the coffee table.
    "I need some music," she said, flicking her hair flirtatiously and walking to his entertainment centre. "Can I play us a song?"
    "Sure," Trey replied.
    She chose a slow, sexy tune and turned up the sound system. She swivelled to face him, and her breath caught in her throat. He was watching her, his eyes dark and heated.
    She took a deep breath and started moving seductively to the music, all the while twirling closer to where he was sitting. When she was in front of him, she slowly unbuttoned her top, her hips swaying provocatively.
    Trey's smoking eyes were glued to her, his mouth slightly agape as his chest heaved visibly.
    She flung her shirt to the sofa and let her hands roam on her thighs, belly, up the valley of her breasts, over her neck and her hair, all the while writhing sensuously to the beat.
    She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor.
    Trey shifted in his seat, the tip of his tongue poking out his mouth. She looked down at the pronounced bulge in his pants and bit her lip to keep from moaning. God, he looked just as aroused as she was.
    She stepped closer and proceeded to give him what she hoped was the best lap dance he'd ever had.
    "Ahhh, Kris," he hissed as she deliberately brushed his hardness with her bottom as she gyrated.
    After a couple of minutes of the most seductive dance she'd ever done for anyone, Trey's arms went around her tightly, keeping her trapped and seated on his lap. He nipped her shoulder hungrily as one of his burning hands roamed her belly and the other stroked her bare thigh.
    "You're so hot," he whispered as he unclasped her bra and dropped it to the floor. He flicked a nipple and his other hand strayed close to her soaked centre—caressing, teasing, driving her crazy with anticipation.
    "Trey," she gasped, her arm snaking around his neck as he kissed her face. She ground her