His name is TJ Walker. He’s 28, hot as can be and he’s my brother’s best friend. Which means he is off-limits to me. Some may say 28 is too old for my 22 years, but I beg to differ. Guys my age are just way too immature. I need a man and not a boy. And the man I want is TJ Walker. Only I can never have him. Not that he wants me. To him, I’m just Cody’s little sister. I’m a girl in his eyes. Not a woman. And while I was in high school, I accepted that. But now I’m out of college and I’m willing to do anything to change his mind. At least, I think I am. I mean, it’s easy to say you’re willing to do anything when there is nothing on the table. But who knows what I would do if presented with some real situations?
If you haven’t figured it out as yet I’m a realist and a pragmatist, while also being a dreamer. Don’t ask how that works. I don’t really know. My friend Sally says that I’m an enigma. I tend to agree with her; I don’t even understand myself sometimes. But back to TJ. He’s hot. Like really hot. Tall, dark, and handsome hot. Or as Sally would say take off your pants and fuck me tonight hot. Of course, I wouldn’t say that, well not out loud I wouldn’t. Though, I’ve had many dreams where I’ve said that and more to TJ. “Take me now, TJ,” being the phrase most often uttered in my dreams. And he always rises to the occasion. If you know what I mean.
You may be wondering, if I like TJ so much, why don’t I just go after him? Well, for one he’s my brother Cody’s best friend and has been for 20 years. So he’s known me since I was a baby and I guess that makes him think of me as his little sister. Though, I sure don’t think of him as an older brother. And I’m determined for him to notice me as more than a little girl. There’s just one problem though. I don’t really like him. I mean, I think he’s hot and sexy and I have dreams about him, but in real life he’s an arrogant asshole who thinks he’s God’s gift to women, thanks to the many hot women who throw themselves at him daily. So yeah. I have a bit of a moral dilemma on my hands. Should I go for it, knowing he’s an asshole or should I leave it alone, because he’s an asshole? I’m not really sure what to do. Why is it so important for me to decide now you ask? Well, he’s going to be spending the weekend with me and Chad and the parents at our lake house. It’s a tradition in my family to go to the lake house every fall, right before winter hits. And Chad always comes, because as I said before he’s practically a part of the family. I know, I know, I shouldn’t be fantasizing about my brother’s best friend like this. I grew up with him, he’s an asshole who teased me mercilessly. But all I can say is he’s hot and I can’t help that my body catches a fire when it sees him. And all that I can think of every night before I fall asleep is the kiss we shared when I was 16. It was hot. But it freaked him out. He was 22, and to him kissing me was akin to being a pedo.
So anyways, here I am packing my suitcase and I’m trying to decide if I should try and go seduction mode on him. That’s what Sally advised. Because yes, she is coming as well. And she is planning on going into seduction mode this weekend, only not with TJ, thank God. She’s after my brother, Chad. Eww. But who am I to stop her? My only problem is, if both of us are successful with our seduction plans, what are my parents going to think is going on? We can’t just disappear and there is no way we can have sex at the lake house. The rooms are not soundproof. I mean, I can try and be quiet, but if TJ is as good a lover as he is in my dreams, it’s going to be hard. And let’s just say that Sally will have a bigger problem than me. I lived with her in college and trust me, she doesn’t not what the word quiet means. I picked up two different swim costumes and tried to decide which one to take with me when the phone rang.
“Hello, Mila here.” I sang into the phone, assuming it was Sally.
“Mila?” The voice was deep and gruff and tingles ran through my arm to my fingers.
“This is Mila.”
“It’s TJ.” His voice sounded amused. “Auditioning for The Voice or something?”
“No,” I laughed. “I’m trying out for The X-Factor actually.”
“Oh,” he cleared his throat. “I would have though you would go for The Voice!”
“Why is that?” I said confused.
“Because they don’t see your face at first.” He said with a straight voice and it took a moment for his meaning to sink in.
“You’re an asshole.” I groaned at him, shaking my head at his diss. This is what I meant about him thinking he was my big brother. It was like he and Chad had sat down one day and discussed the responsibilities and tasks of being my older sibling.
“You gotta love it.” He laughed as if he thought his joke was hilarious.
“Anyways, I was calling because Chad can’t pick you up later. He’s stuck at work until tomorrow morning, so he asked if I can pick you and Sally up and drive you up to the Lake House.”
“Oh, really?” I grinned into the phone, slightly excited, but then I remembered that Sally would be with us. “I guess that’s fine.”
“What time will you be ready?” He cleared his throat. “And an accurate time please, not a I’ll try to be ready, but I’ll keep you waiting for 30 minutes, sort of thing.”
“TJ Walker, shut up.” I groaned into the phone. “That was only one time.”
“It was one time too many.”
“Whatever. I’m sure all your dates keep you waiting as well.”
“Yeah, but I know I’m getting something from them that makes it worth it.”
I gasped and he laughed into the phone. “So what time, Milady Sadie?”
“7, but I’ll check with Sally to make sure she can make that.” I ignored his use of the nickname he and Chad had coined for me when we were younger. They had created a rhyme for me that went, “Milady Sadie, went to bathy, and she got a stupid navy. A navy wavy goofy baby, that is out Milady Sadie.” It made absolutely no sense, but the nickname Milady Sadie had stuck. I knew better than to get annoyed when they used it anymore. It only fuelled their teasing.
“Okay, Milady Sadie. Call me back and let me know.”
“You’re a child you know that TJ.” I couldn’t stop myself. “Only a little boy would call me a nickname from when I was a little kid.”
“You’re still a kid, Mila.” His voice was dry.
“No, I’m not.” I growled into the phone.
“Oh yeah. I forgot you’re a college graduate now.” He laughed. “You’re officially in the big girls club.”
“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes, even though I knew he couldn’t see them.
“Oh, yeah. I may be bringing a friend with me. I spoke to Chad and your parents don’t mind.”
“A friend?” I frowned.
“Yeah, her name is Barbie.”
“No, it is not.” I groaned into the phone, and tried to ignore the swell of disappointment that rose up in me as I threw the bikini’s down onto the floor. What was the point of me trying to seduce him, if he was bringing another girl up.
“Yeah, it is.” He laughed. “And she calls me Ken.”
“Are you joking? Why is she calling you, Ken?”
“I kind of told her my name was Ken when I picked her up at the bar two nights ago.”
“Oh my God.” I groaned into the phone and flopped onto the bed and closed my eyes. “Please tell me that is a bad joke. She did not actually believe you?”
“Of course she believed me.” He laughed. “Do just let Sally know, I’m Ken for the weekend.”
“What are you going to tell my parents?”
“Oh, Chad told me that they couldn’t make it. He didn’t tell you?”
“No.” I sighed. “No one told me anything.” I rolled over on my side. “Not my parents and not Chad. So you’re telling me that this year the family get-together is going to be me, Sally, Barbie and you?”
“You got it.” He laughed. “And Chad will be there tomorrow morning.”
“Great, that’s just great.”
“Don’t pout, Mila. You know it doesn’t become you.”
“Thanks for nothing.” I stuck my tongue out at the phone.
“Anyway, go call Sally and then call me back to confirm the time.”
“I like that.” He drawled.
“You like what?”
“When you call me, Sir.” He laughed. “I could get used to it.”
“I’m sure you could.” I paused. “But I guess you’ll just have to get Barbie to call you that.”
“Don’t worry, Mila. You’ll have a guy to call Sir soon.”
“I already have a guy.” I lied, slightly annoyed at his comment.
“What?” His voice changed and suddenly became brusque. “What guy?”
“Just a guy I’m dating.”
“You never mentioned him before.” He said sharply.
“Well, it’s a new relationship.”
“Hmmm.” He paused. “I hope he’s not another loser that dresses up in women’s clothing.”
“That’s not fair.” I protested, groaning as he reminded me of Richard, the last guy I dated. The one that was more interested in my wardrobe, than me.
“Hey, I’m just looking out for you.”
“You don’t want to date another loser.”
“Do you have someone better for me?” My voice was shrill as he continued teasing me.
“I may.” He paused. “I just may.”