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

CHAPTER 6 * PART 1

Bas, Meet,
Rick

I almost couldn't believe it: I was a senior in high school and nearly on my own. In just a few weeks, I would be 18 and an adult. And sooner after, I would be getting ready for college - if I could afford it. I had been waiting for this my whole life, knowing my success would be entirely up to me, and I was ready for the challenge.

It has been 3 months since Copt left for school and I tried not to think what I said to him that night, but hunted me. I couldn't tell if he had been sincere or not, and I obsessively replayed our conversation a million times in my mind trying to figure out. What Mr. Kerdthongtavee mention that he would be coming home for Thanksgiving with a friend from school, I was relieved. Maybe someone else in the house would distract us both from the memory of the strange night in his room.

The Kerdthongtavee usually planned big Thanksgiving meals inviting several guest and Friends over. The whole house was filled with laughter, music and the exotic aroma of Mrs Kerdthongtavee famous curry turkey. I wish my dad could come see me, but he was working in the shop that weekend. I was happy that he was really trying hard to make something of himself in Arizona, but I miss him. At least I had my "other family" to make me feel like I was apart of something.

At dinner one night, I learned something interesting: Copter's friend was more of a strategic alliance than anything else, and the whole family was focused in making a good impression.

" His father is Jeremy Samders, CEO of Samders Bank, Mr. Kerdthongtavee explain, he's voiced noticeably solemn. Copters is hoping to get an invitation to interview for a job after graduation.

The expression of Mrs. Kerdthongtavee face was tense and she seemed to flinch at the mention of the name. I sense there was more to this story.

"How does Copter no him?" I asked.

Tee jumped in. "My parents used to work for him back in his Big Apple days oh, right dad?"

I noticed Mrs. Kerdthongtavee quickly left the room.

" Yes, I was a financial analysis at Samders Bank," he explained. "That's where I met my beautiful wife." His eyes were sparkling with love. He looked over the kitchen to share a moment with her, but she was busy cleaning up.

Oh? What did Mrs. Kerdthongtavee do at the bank? I asked, curious.

"She was Mr Sanders executive assistant," said Mr Kerdthongtavee probably. But that was before I whisked her away to a better life in the hotel business. He winked at me.

"Well, I'm sure Copter will get the job then." I said, envious.

Must be nice to have connections with all the right people.

                              ***

The morning of Thanksgiving, I woke with a start from the most sensual dream of my short life, and it lingered in the air as my alarm screen from my bedside table.

Him.

And me.

In bed.

Making love.

What the?

I slammed the snooze button and laid down, but there was no way I could fall dream in my head, trying to make sense of it.

Why did I dream about Copter?

There was no explanation. I felt as if my sub-conscious betray me and now laughed at my embarrassed and flushed face, like a massive joke has been played on me. I hadn't even been properly kissed at this point in my life, and the first dream I had about making love with a man.....features Copter in starring role?