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very strange start.
    Returning to the kitchen, Tiffany tried to get her focus back and dumped fresh blueberries and frozen acai pulp in the blender. Her gaze stole over the boys. They were busy munching on muffins and whispering to one another. Were they talking about her? If so, what about?
    Concentrate, dammit , she ordered herself.
    She measured out a tablespoon of honey, let the golden liquid drip into the blender, and pushed the mix button. Berries and juice shot up and splattered all over the counter, floor, and her.
    Suddenly the whole concept of pushing the off button became too much of a stretch for her brain. All she could do was scream, “No, oh shit, no! Help me!”
    Shane ran in and unplugged the blender. The colorful explosion stopped, and she was left with one hell of a mess.
    “You okay,” he asked.
    She could tell by his sunken cheeks that he was biting them to keep himself from laughing. “No, I’m not actually. I forgot to put the damn lid on the blender, and I blame you.”
    Shane blinked his big blue eyes. “Me? How is it my fault?”
    “Well, it wasn’t my fault,” Marcus offered up. “I was nowhere near you at the time.”
    “Dude, I was sitting right next to you. So not my fault either.”
    She sighed. “Just forget it.” How could she explain without embarrassing herself further? “I don’t know how it’s your fault, but it sounds good to me. Now, if you’d get out of the kitchen, I have a mess to clean up.”
    Marcus grabbed a cloth. “We’ll help.”
    “No, never mind. I’ve got it.” Here she wanted everything to be perfect and it all turned into a disaster. Who was she kidding? She was in way over her head with the whole smoothie bar plan. “You know what, guys, this was a mistake.”
    Shane frowned. “Why? Because you forgot to put the lid on? Big ass deal.”
    How could he be so carefree about her longtime dream? “Well, it is to me. If I can’t remember something simple like a lid on a blender, how can anyone expect I’ll run a successful business? How can I for that matter?”
    “You’re being too hard on yourself. Accidents happen.”
    “It could’ve been avoided. I wasn’t paying attention,” she grumbled. “My mind was on other things.”
    “Oh yeah?” Shane moved in close. “What were you thinking about?”
    Marcus came up on her other side. “What’s got you so distracted?”
    She swallowed hard. “N-nothing.” This wasn’t her first time being in the middle of them, but it was a first for being this close.
    “I’ll tell you what’s distracting.” Shane’s voice dropped low and seductive. “Seeing this juice running down your skin.” He ran his finger along her collarbone, scraped up a little juice, and put it in his mouth. “Mm. Now this has to be my favorite yet. Tasty Tiffany. That’s a good name for a smoothie. Or Tantalizing Tiffany. You should try it, man.”
    Marcus coated the tip of his finger with the acai juice and licked it clean. “Hands down, the best.”
    Her pulse thundered. They moved in closer, their cocks hard and pressed tight against her thighs.
    “What are you two doing?”
    “Testing the smoothie, of course,” Shane reasoned. “It’s what you asked us over for.”
    Her lips trembled. “But, I just got started; I never got a chance to finish.”
    He brought his lips beneath her earlobe. “Oh, you’ve started something all right, sugar.”
    Both their cocks pressed harder against her. Was this really happening? No, it had to be a dream. A sexually charged erotic dream. If so, she should grab a piece of paper and jot it down because she’d never want to forget it.
    “I’ll bet you taste good all over,” Marcus groaned.
    Had someone turned on the oven? “Are you guys messing with me?”
    Shane stroked the length of her forearm. “We’ve had a thing for you for a long, long time.”
    “Too long,” added Marcus.
    She felt drunk from their potent stares. “You h-have?”
    “Oh yeah. What’s not to