Tessa Fox

How often was it that two madly successful brothers wanted to sleep with a nobody like me? They worshipped my mom-bod when my own husband couldn't. 
They fought with each other to make me theirs. And all of this unleashed passion that no couple nor even a pornstar could reach - over a Christmas getaway. 
Sometimes, working as a tour guide comes with its own 'troubles', I guess! 

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My body was on fire. The young blood, who claimed to be a singer of some sort, had his hand on the small of my back. 
Sex with Raphael was anything but exciting. No foreplay, no kissing and no cuddling after boring sex.
But with this young, charming man named DYLAN, I felt excitement even before I guided him to my room. I quickly realized he was right next door - Dylan was my tour neighbor. 
Dylan looked at someone and winked at them before closing the door. That was weird. But I was too dazed to realize it. 
Dylan turned back to me, his piercing eyes gazing down at me. My body was tingling.
One look and I could see the man's toned body under his soft, spandex white tee. I bit my lip, accidentally directing the hormonal male's attention to my plump, pink lips. 
"Are those rose petals...?" Dylan asked, biting his own lip. The sound that he made immediately after made my thighs clench. It sounded like the sexiest groan of a frustrated man!
What was that?

Christmas Secrets and the Brothers' Bet

　　It felt as though I was looking at 'Lucifer'. Piercing grey eyes staring down at me. The eyes of a siren were similar to the man behind me.


　　Dylan and my other tourist client - who I believe is Ryder Killenslaw - stared at each other. I quickly realized they were brothers.


　　"Sorry." Dylan apologized and rushed out of my room. Ryder didn't say anything, but the tension between them was quite awkward.


　　What was that all about? I felt so hot and bothered one moment and the next, I was pushing away the man who made me feel good about myself after a decade.


　　I let out a shaky breath and closed the door once Ryder left as well. His room, coincidentally, was on my other side. What's going on?


　　Two attractive, celebrity brothers had suites booked right next to me. It was awkward.


　　It was midnight. My soberness returned eventually. My dignity returned eventually too.


CHAPTER 8: Awkward