Groaning quietly to herself she closed her eyes briefly, pleading with her brain to get it together. There was something about a man rolling up the sleeves on his oxford shirt that was just innately sexy, specifically the blonde one in front of her. Every logical portion of her brain screamed at her to be repulsed by the mark on his forearm. But the non-logical portions of her brain were fascinated by it and drawn to the taboo like a moth to an open flame. Before she could let her brain delve too deeply into her desire to trace the outline of the Dark Mark with her tongue, she blinked her eyes open to find both men staring at her. 