Two hot & sexy billionaire brothers. Two different stories. Two unexpected happily ever afters.
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Begin with Me
Back to You
Once Upon A Holiday
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“If you two will excuse me, I have to use the ladies’ room,” I say, and point at my empty glass. “Can you ask for another martini for the road?”
“High altitude,” Jeannette warns me. “Two more and you’ll be showing your favorite pair of panties to the entire restaurant—and this time you won’t be able to claim it was an accident.”
She cackles and I think she’s the drunk one of the two of us.
“Bitch,” I growl and march to the bathroom thinking about how I’m going to get back at her.
I swear she’s so loud, a few tables around us hear her and give me the look. Maybe I should tell her wife some embarrassing stories from when we were young. There’re plenty of those. That might keep them around for a couple of hours—at least one more hour. It’s too early to go back to the hotel.
On my way to the restroom, I try to come up with the best one. Then pull out my phone to see if I have any old pictures. I don’t pay much attention when I enter the restroom, put away my phone, and enter the stall. After I’m done and while I’m washing my hands, I know exactly how Jeannette is going to pay for what she just did.
“Well, this is either a treat or the worst invasion of my privacy.”
I jump and shriek. My heart beats fast but I spin around toward the unexpected male voice. I’m not sure where I should concentrate my attention, his handsome face or the thick and meaty treat he’s holding in his hand.
Yummy, talk about girth and length.
“Wait, what are you doing in the ladies’ room?”
He laughs while putting away his well-endowed package. “I didn’t know they had urinals in the ladies’ room.”
“In the what?” I shriek and look around the bathroom.
And fuck if this isn’t worse than the airport. It’s Jeannette’s fault. She distracted me.
“Oh well,” I say, smiling. “I leave you with your …”
“You should show me something to make up for what just happened,” he says, with a hinting tone. “You know a tit for tat.”
“What?” I cover my boobs. “No.”
“Come on, at least show me those lacy panties everyone saw at the airport.”
“How do you know about my panties?”
“You and your sister don’t know the definition of inside voice,” he says and my cheeks heat up. Well, I gave a show to the entire restaurant. “At least, I think she’s your sister. You two could be twins, you know.”
“We are twins,” I clarify. “And no, I won’t be showing you anything.”
He winks at me. “You liked what you saw, we could have a party with him as long as you’re willing to share.”