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him glaring at Noah. Wow! Cori wasn’t wrong. These two are competitive. The prospect of a twin battle excited me as much fun could be had with two identical hotties wrestling for my affection, but I remembered what Cori had said earlier. I didn’t want to start a war on my first night in town. I was evil, but not that evil, so I opted to lighten the mood again. After all, this was my game, not theirs.
    Resting the prong of my fork on my bottom lip, I playfully propositioned them both. “You boys could always teach me how to take my clothes off, you know. You could give me some Wild Nights Revue lessons.” I wiggle-danced in my seat to emphasise my point. “The art of on-stage sultry attire removal is absent from my list of credentials.”
    Cori leaned forward and stole a piece of squid from my plate. “You sure ’bout that?”
    “Hey! Get your mitts off my fish. And yes, I am sure. I’m quite prudish, remember?”
    She scoffed playfully. “Sure you are. And that’s not fish, by the way.”
    I studied it quickly, making sure it wasn’t chicken. “Is too.”
    “Actually, it’s not. It’s a mollusc.”
    We all looked at Dimps as if he’d just spoken another language, which he kinda had.
    “What?” he said defensively. “Squid are invertebrates. Fish aren’t. Fish don’t have limbs either so technically, what she’s eating isn’t fish. Sorry. I’m Lucas, by the way.” He reached his hand over the table.
    I shook it. “Em.”
    “But you can call me ‘Dimps’.” He put his head down and continued eating his spaghetti bolognaise, sucking a long noodle until it disappeared into his mouth.
    The kid was cute, as in puppy-dog cute. I wanted to pat him, and preen him, and put his head in between my breasts and motorboat him, he was that cute. And I didn’t exactly have motorboating breasts.
    Speaking of breasts, mine were doing quite well in my tight red top. They’d received acknowledgement from both Brad and Noah—Brad, more so. I swear his stare was so intense that at one point, I thought he was trying to project a Jedi mind trick onto them. Oh, but then again, he isn’t the Star Wars fan. Shit! Maybe he was actually just trying to find them? God, I hope not.
    That last thought made me shift uncomfortably, so I inconspicuously draped my hand in front of my chest to provide a small but relieving screen. I was not a shy person, nor was I prim or overly self-confident—quite the opposite, actually—but I did have boob issues, tit tribulation … chest-complaints. And it wasn’t a cry for sympathy on my part, either. I was a woman, and despite what others saw and what reassurance they offered, there was always that one part of myself I would never be happy with.
    Hang on a minute … no … fuck it! I’d promised myself that I was going to wear my itty-bitty titties with pride tonight, and fuck me to Sesame Street, I was gonna.
    Faux yawning, I lifted my hands and settled one each on the backs of both Brad’s and Noah’s chairs, subtly pushing out my chesticles. “I’m so full. Can’t eat anymore fish.”
    “Molluscs,” Dimps coughed out.
    I raised an eyebrow at him. “You choking on one?”
    “No. I had spaghetti.”
    “I can see that. You have a bit of sauce here.” I lifted one of my hands and pointed to my chin, indicating as if that were the part of his face that was splattered with sauce.
    He wiped the spot.
    “And here.” I pointed to my nose, insinuating there was more sauce on that particular spot, too. There wasn’t. He didn’t know that though.
    Dimps wiped his nose. “Gone?” he asked, his adorable dimpled-cheeks beaming.
    “Sure.” I winked at him.
    He smiled. “Thanks.”
    “You’re welcome,” I said satisfactorily.
    Cori mouthed the words you’re evil from her position opposite me.
    I shrugged. Maybe I was. Then again, I liked to think of myself as an angel, except under my white virginal gown I wore red lace panties and a corset made for the dirty depths of