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Mail Order Spy: Snowfall

... complex. He then entered the diner, which was decorated for the holidays and had a Christmas tree in the entryway, ordered a cup of tea, and sat by the window, reminiscing about once again spending the holidays away from his family, friends, and SEAL team; he sadly reflected how he wished he could be with them, and was glad his handler Harrison still allowed him to send messages out to them.

Looking around carefully first, Amanda saw empty tables and chairs, plus a counter with a cash register. The windows were covered with snow, so she could not see outside, but inside she was alone except for two young men who were staring at her; they looked like they had just won the lottery. The first man was tall, European, had short auburn hair, and was reasonably built, while the second was also tall, of African descent, had short black hair, and was lean and athletic; both men were very handsome. It took a while, but Amanda finally recognized them as Carlos and Henry Ronaldo, the famous adopted brothers who founded a successful cyber security company that specialized in investigating intrusions and hacking attacks and were also on a list of MSS targets for her to pursue.

"Hi," the men said simultaneously.

"Hi, do you work here?" she asked coyly.

"No, we own the place," replied Carlos.

"I'm Henry, and that is my brother, Carlos," said the tall African-American man, smiling widely.

Thank goodness she was still in her Lily Ng costume, and not as plain Amanda, as she ...

... did not want to be recognized.

"Lily," she replied in perfect English without any Mandarin accent, then asked, "Is it OK if I stay here until the storm dies down a bit?"

"Of course it is," replied Henry.

"Thanks!" she replied, and she walked a bit forward.

"Stop!" said Henry, so she did, and he walked up to her.

Before she could react, she felt his lips on hers, his arms wrapped around her body; they certainly weren't wasting time with small talk. Amanda suspected them of being too used to getting women and quickly pushed him away, infuriated at both his arrogance and lack of respect for personal space.

"Hey! What the hell were you doing?" she asked.

"You were standing underneath a mistletoe," replied Henry, pointing above her.

"You should have asked first," responded Amanda.

"You are right. Nothing less than enthusiastic consent," apologized Henry.

"That's better. Now you may kiss me."

With that, their mouths joined, and the dancing of tongues commenced. Amanda was so focused on playing with Henry's tongue that she didn't even realize that Carlos had quietly walked up behind her until he whispered into her ear.

"May I join in?" he asked.

She just nodded as she unbuttoned Henry's shirt and removed it, then began running her hands over his smooth, muscular chest. Opening her eyes, she admired the contrast of her light yellowish Chinese complexion against the youthful, vigorous, dark chocolate flesh of Henry, and found the difference very ...