Four Week Fiance(3)By: J. S. Cooper & Helen Cooper
I’m not exactly a femme fatale. Or at least I haven’t been up to now. It doesn’t help that TJ and I constantly spar every time we see each other, or that I want to slap him as much as I want to make love to him. Yes, I want to make love to him. If you saw him, you would know why. He’s one of the most gorgeous men I’ve ever seen in my life. He’s tall and stocky just like I like them, about 6'2" and 200 pounds of lean muscle. He’s got short, silky dark-brown hair and dazzling emerald eyes. He must work out quite a bit because his legs are muscular and his arms are strong, and would be capable of holding me in obnoxious positions for long amounts of time, if you know what I mean.
Yes, I have dirty thoughts, but I’ve never really been able to act on them. Well, not yet. The only man I want to do all the dirty things I have in my mind to is TJ. I want him to make love to me until I can’t even remember my own name. Or his. Though, let’s be real, it would be very hard to forget TJ Walker’s name, especially when you’ve been crushing on him for as long as I’ve been. Don’t get me wrong, though, I’m not just waiting around for him to realize he loves me; not anymore, at least. I have a plan that I’m hoping to put into action.
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 best friend, Sally, says that I’m an enigma. I tend to agree with her. I don’t even understand myself sometimes.
But enough about me, let’s get back to TJ. Like I said before, he’s hot. Like really, 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. And it’s not just about his looks, or the fact that he’s rich. I’m not one of those types of girls. I like TJ because he’s a good guy. He helps feed homeless people at Thanksgiving and he’s a Big Brother to this kid who is pretty bratty. And I know he’s not a psychopath, or at least I hope he’s not. I’ve known him since I was a baby, so I would hope I would have seen the signs.
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 little kid with snot in my nose, and I guess that makes him think of me as his little sister. But 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. There are parts of him that I don’t really like. I mean, I think he’s hot and sexy, and I have dreams about him, but in real life, sometimes 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? And to make it perfectly clear, TJ doesn’t care who knows that he’s a player. That’s one of the reasons why Cody told him that if he ever laid a hand on me, he’d find his two front teeth knocked out on the floor. That didn’t exactly help my cause when I was younger and openly flirting with TJ.
So now I’m at a crossroads and 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 Cody 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 TJ always comes because, as I said before, he’s practically a part of the family.