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to ask you something.”
    “Okay.” Oriana clasped her hands in front of her and rocked on her bare feet. As the silence lengthened, she wrung her hands and glanced across the room. Perron cleared his throat and she jumped. “What?”
    “One step at a time, right?”
    “Right.” She gave the hem of the jersey a sharp tug.
    Perron gave her a level look. “Good. Go sit on the counter.”
    At the command in Perron’s tone, Sloan stood a little straighter and noticed Mason doing the same. T.J. stood near the door, arms crossed, brow furrowed. Vanek had gone almost as white as Oriana.
    Oriana approached the sink, stopped, and shook her head. “I’d rather not.”
    Perron closed the distance between them. “Why? Are you afraid of what might happen? I might could tell you to get on your knees instead, but that’d be going a bit too far.”
    “You’re missing the whole Lady in charge, Max.”
    My cue. Sloan sidestepped to the sink, then slid along the counter until he stood right behind Oriana. Her spine stiffened, but she kept her eyes on Perron.
    “You don’t really want to be in charge, Oriana.” Sloan let his breath out slowly so she’d feel the heat of it on the back of her neck. She shivered, and he grinned at Perron over her shoulder. The man had read her perfectly. “Think how it would feel to be at another’s mercy. To surrender.”
    “You’re making fun of me again.” She shifted, as though to get away from him.
    He put his hands on her hips and turned her to face the mirror. “When you look in the mirror, I don’t think you see what I see—what any of us sees.” He pressed a soft kiss on the sensitive hollow behind her ear and whispered. “I’m not making fun of you. But I need to know what you want.”
    Her hair brushed his lips as she turned her head to look at him. Eyes wide, lips parted, she looked ready to do anything he asked. To surrender to him .

Chapter Four
    K iss me. Lost in Callahan’s dark eyes, Oriana willed herself to say the words. Another second and she’d beg him to devour her as his hungry gaze promised he would.
    Max touched her cheek and whispered. “Is this what you want?”
    What I want is . . . She ground her teeth and fisted her hands at her sides. What I want is wrong. “Let’s get this over with. You want me to sit on the counter? Fine.”
    She spun away from Max and almost fell when she slammed into Callahan. He caught her arm.
    “Without the attitude, Oriana.” Callahan’s tone snapped like a whip.
    The bones in her legs liquefied. Only Callahan’s hand under her elbow kept her on her feet. The smooth material of her jersey skimmed her nipples, and the sensation was like a spark of static electricity. She bit back a moan and hissed through her teeth.
    Why did he affect her like this? He was a jerk. Mean and arrogant and . . .
    Damn fine. She could practically hear Silver going on and on about all the things she would do with Callahan once she got him alone. Sloan’s got a body you just want to run your tongue all over. I’ll tell you what he tastes like.
    Silver had basked in the players’ attention, flirting and using first names like they were all good friends. She’d been uncharacteristically grumpy after Sloan turned her down.
    Maybe I’ll be able to tell her what he tastes like. Oriana’s mouth watered at the thought. She pressed her thighs together as lower things throbbed and moistened.
    Only one other man ever made her feel this way. She glanced at Max, standing a foot away, watching her. If she went through with this, he’d be doing that a lot. In all honesty, she could deal with indulging his kink—once in a while. Having all the attention of two men on her at once would be nice. But here? Now?
    He’s not the only one watching.
    She shifted away from Sloan and hugged herself. “I’m not on your team, Captain. ” She mumbled to the floor. “Max got on his knees for me. I’ll follow his orders. Not yours.”
    “We’ll see.”