In Love With My Best Friend's Brother Book:1 By SCM75

CHAPTER 4 * PART 1

Enemy Returns

"Oh, hi, Copt," I ask shyly, surprise to see Tee older brother march into the lobby of the hotel like he was 007 on mission.

I had not said his name out loud in years, not since , I forbid him to never to spear to me. I felt so awkward in my tongue. Like saying a word in Japanese for the very first time. We were just strangers more than ever, no doubt. He was definitely grown up and I was just an immature high school kid cowering in his tall, the domineering shadow. But I was mature enough to act like an adult and put our past behind us. Or at least pretend to.

"where I can find the receipt from last night?" He didn't even make an eye contact or say hello.

What a Jerk!!

I handed him a folder. "In there." I waited for him to say "thank you" but never came, so I attempted to fill in the awkward void. "I thought you were interning this summer in New York?" Translation; why the hell are you here ruining my happy situation? He thumped through the file, brows furrowed. "I finished. Going to work here for the next few weeks before fall semester." He looked around the lobby with disapproval. And get this place in shape.

I unconsciously straighten out my buttoned down blue blazer jacket, well it was my uniform but still fashionable. Did he think I was some slop or something?

"Oh? what's so out of shape?" I asked and defensive edge in my voice.

He finally looked at me in the eye and offer a smog dismissive smile. "It's nothing that concerns you Bas."

And but that, he walked away into the adjoining office.

I glanced at the clock on the wall two more hours long-ass hours with him sitting there, judging me. And it was a Wednesday, one of the slowest days in the hotel unless of convention was in town, so there was no chance of distracting himself with a happy chatty guest.

I sat down and picked up my notebook where I had planned to outline my writing assignment from Texas Monthly, a short piece on the best children's museums. A topic, but if they liked it, I might have a shot of writing something more substantial.

But instead of writing, I glanced through the glass partition Copt manically numbers on a spreadsheet. I hadn't given him a good look over as I was usually scurrying away with Tee whenever I enter a room. I had ample time and discreet angle from which to study him, some reason, I couldn't pass up the opportunity.

He was tall, a few inches over 5'10", and his shoulders broad and full. His skin was light tan and clear at least from what I could see outside of his neatly pressed charcoal slacks, and white dress shirt. I've always found it odd that his complexion was just a little darker and everybody else in his family, but him if you had to guess he was mixed thai and I just can't pin point the other nationality.

He kept his light brown hair short to the sides and longer on the top. His face was freshly shaven, and those dimples the he couldn't hide the ongoing threat of a thick 5 o'clock shadow if he got lazy, which he rarely did. I had caught a swift of his expensive cologne when he walked by me earlier; it was clean sent and made me think of the ocean.

His face was classically handsome that every semblance of of his mother, but strong, and straight nose and a full luscious lips that you just want to kiss and eyes that would suit either man or woman. They are large and dark. Those eyes that captivates you and that intimidate anybody. Yes, I would admit oh, he was epitome of tall he could say dark and handsome, and something about him commanded my gaze but I knew he was poison like a beautifully-crafted chocolate arsenic. And what he would later only prove my theory correct.

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That night I cooked dinner for the whole family. I sincerely loved Thai food and learning how to master it from Mrs. Kerdthongtaveell who learn from her mother who learn from mother there was an education I could not get from any cooking show or cookbook from Barnes and Nobles. There were ancient techniques and secrets handed down the years. Even though Tee and Nathalia balked at learning how to pause a fresh ginger and garlic into the finest paste or how to pinch together curry puffs would withstand high temperature of the frying pan. I wasn't going to pass up the opportunity. Their Mother wasn't going to be around forever.

"Bas, this is almost better than Mom's right Natalia?" Tee winked at me, Natalia, a lover of all edible delights, gave me a thumbs-up she shoveled another massive bite of chicken Thai Cashew Chicken her mouthroomb

Copt walked into the dining room, having just arrived home from his marathon of numbers crushing at the hotel. He sat down without a word to Tee past him a plate.

"Copter' tells us how you like dinner, Bas made it." He ignored her then turn his attention to Mr. Kerdthongtaveell while piling rise into his plate. I pretended to ignore him back, but his slight bothered me more than I would admit.

What would it take to win this guy's good grace and why do I care?

Dad I'd like to talk to our accountant about last year's numbers. I found some discrepancies today that are little concerning. There were some injections of capital last year that I can't count for. It's like they came out of nowhere."

Mr. Kerdthongtaveell seems slightly unnerved. He took a long drink of water and then clear his voice. "Bill is in Costa Rica on a holiday with his family. Surely you can wait until he comes back." As if to change of subject Mr. Kerdthongtaveell smile at me. "This is very delicious, Bas..." He leaned across the table lower his voice. "The best I tasted".

But copter wasn't deterred, "I'll call him tomorrow. He can take 5 minutes out of from sightseeing or eating pastries given what we pay him."

*Tbc*

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