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

　　I had to reclaim my sense of self worth and professionalism.


　　And to start with, I sucked in a breath and messaged the two individually about the arrangements.


　　[Scarl.Ettique: When you two are ready there's a cab waiting by the reception to take you to the village.]


　　I kept the information crisp and professional. I had been texting them casually and in a friendly tone otherwise.


　　Shutting my phone off, I let myself dwell in the moment. They weren't going to stop me from being a good tour guide for the ones who needed me right now.


　　Candice picked the cab with me, her reason being, "I don't wanna ride with other men who don't even know my name sweetheart."


　　Wow. She truly wears her confidence as her best accessory. It suits her so well.


　　I wished I had that ornament to wear, too.


　　Anyway, I had to force myself not to ponder and stay in the moment. Candice made me engage in conversations occasionally.


CHAPTER 45: A Changed Woman