By the time Brooke had awakened it was noon. She mentally beat herself up for wasting precious time on sleep rather than sigh-seeing. Her fever had already dissipated and she found herself wondering why she was tangled in the arms of her two bosses. The way their arms encircled her waist made her fiery. It felt as though their arms would leave scorch marks or fireworks upon drifting away. Her leg was between Marco's thighs and Marcus held a steady hand over her thigh.
This time, her flush wasn't created because of her fever but the overwhelming feeling of their bodies pressed against her. She delicately tried to take their arms off her but they seemed to be glued on. She admired the way they slept peacefully- it was as if they had received their first night of good sleep. Temptingly, she
