Tyson
I can’t believemy former best friend’s little sister is standing in front of me, and boy did she grow up. She’s got this whole sexy librarian vibe, wholesome and stylish but still kind of disheveled. She’s not the eighteen-year-old girl I left behind. Built like a goddess, she’s absolutely mouthwatering. Her clothes hug her delicious curves in all the right places, and all I can think about is how sexy she’d be with them in a pile on my bedroom floor, hair down, glasses still on.
I feel myself getting rock-hard and adjust my stance to hide the proof.
“You’re still in Thunder?”
“Yeah,” she says, pushing her glasses up her nose. She has a hard time meeting my eyes, and I wonder if it’s because we’ve slept together. Hell, it felt like we were just kids then, though. “Still here.”
“It’s good to see you,” I say, taking a step toward her. She smells exactly the same, lavender and spirulina. God, I remember how hard I had to resist her when her brother, Dave, and I were best friends. I’d go to sleep aching until the moment I got off fantasizing about her, and now she looks better than ever.
How could I have let her slip my mind for so long?
Cori clasps her hands in front of her full chest, causing her cleavage to ripple. “It’s good to see you too, Ty.” She scrunches her nose, shaking her head. “Sorry, Tyson.”
“You can still call me Ty.” I breathe her in, suddenly remembering the softness of her naked body up against mine. “I’m still the same guy.”
She lets out an abrasive laugh. “You’re hardly the same guy.” She taps her tongue against her top lip, not knowing that she’s killing me with these subtle gestures. “You’re a tech whiz, billionaire bad boy, honey. The internet says so.”
“And if it’s on the internet—“
“It must be true.” She finishes my sentence. Funny how some things never change. We’ve always had such a good time together. It’s refreshing to banter with someone again.
“You can’t believe everything you read.”
“What are you doing back?” Her dark green eyes narrow, challenging me.
“Can’t a guy come to his hometown every once in a while?” I set the book I’m holding back down on the shelf. When she doesn’t give me shit, it’s clear she’s in the dark. “You don’t know?”
She brushes her chestnut hair over her shoulder, showing off the delicate curve of her neck. “I have no idea, Tyson. That’s why I asked.”
“Your brother…” I stroke my brow, willing this instant stress headache to go away. “He told me that he’ll sue me if I don’t settle our disagreement.”
“What disagreement?”
“In his head, he believes that TyGra Inc. was partly his idea.”
She sinks into her hip, a puzzled look on her face. “So, you’re here because you’re going to talk it out?”
“No, Cori.” I let out a sigh, silently cursing her brother for making me be the one to have to tell her this. “I’m here to try and talk him out of it before he decides to pursue legal action.”
“What?” She takes a step back. “How…he doesn’t…”
“Cori, I’m sorry you had to hear it from me.” I reach for her, but she brushes my arm away.
“But he did help you with the idea for TyGra Inc. I was there when it happened.”
“I don’t think you’re remembering things correctly.”
“I don’t think I like you telling me what I do and don’t remember.” She crosses her arms over her chest. It kills me somewhere deep inside that she looks even sexier when she’s mad. If only that anger wasn’t directed at me.
“That’s not what I meant to do.”
“So let me just get this straight. You, a billionaire who could probably afford to pay someone their worth for their actual contribution to your wealth, come back here to try and talk my brother out of taking what’s rightfully his? You don’t know how hard it’s been for him.”
I don’t know what to say. While Cori has a point, I definitely don’t see it that way. “Your brother has been telling the press that the company that I worked my ass off for was his idea. He may have helped me brainstorm—“
“Helped you brainstorm?” Cori charges at me, pressing her pointer finger into my chest. Instinctively I take a step backward. “How dare you, Tyson Gray. My brother sat with you night after night at our kitchen table, figuring out the plans for the company that both of you could start up, then you took those plans, those dreams, and made them come true on your own.” She pokes three times in rhythm with her words. “And…”