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Seducing My Best Friend (Alphalicious Billionaires 4)

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“Mom!” Jesse hissed again when she didn’t answer him. “I wanted to meet Sydney here and talk to her myself. We both know that this might not… be what it seems.”

His mother completely ignored him. Jesse could only watch helplessly as Martin stalked around to the other side of the SUV and opened the door. And there Sydney was, in all her dark haired, dark eyed glory. Beautiful did not begin to do her justice. She stepped out of that back seat like a queen arriving at a red carpet event. A queen clad in tight jeans and a loose fitting t-shirt that hung off her shoulder and defined her perky breasts which didn’t appear to have a bra on, but a queen none the less.

Jesse found himself subtly adjusting his package, which had hardened to a state of utter embarrassment given that his parents were standing five feet in front of him and the entire neighborhood was looking on and he was still in his work clothes, wearing a pair of crisply pressed black slacks that were expensive and tailored a little too well in the crotch area to hide the massive boner he was sporting like a high school kid in gym class.

He could only watch helplessly as his mother ran. Frickin’ ran straight to that SUV. She didn’t let Sydney get so much as a breath off after she’d stepped out before she was enveloped in a tight hug. Since his mom was pretty short and Sydney was astoundingly tall, achingly beautiful, a luscious, raven haired goddess, the whole thing looked pretty comical. It wasn’t. It wasn’t funny at all.

“Well, son, it looks like you’re royally screwed.” His dad had the nerve to clap him on the back so hard the air rushed out of his lungs. “Don’t break your mother’s heart now.”

“I told her not to get her hopes up and not to get involved. She knows exactly what this is. It’s Sam that you should be nearly killing with your crazy back slaps,” Jesse squeezed out when he could get enough air into his lungs.

“Well, your mom isn’t taking no for an answer. She’s like a hungry wolf who has sensed blood and she’s going in for the kill.”

Jesse squeezed his eyes shut. “Thanks, dad. That’s a great analogy.”

His dad just shrugged, and Jesse didn’t like the look in his eyes, a cross between utter horror and something sheepish, like he was just there to keep his wife happy or he’d never hear the end of it.

“Welcome home, Syd,” his mom was saying, as she pulled away. She wasn’t just leaking joy out of her eyes now, she was damn well watering the lawn. Or, the sidewalk, as it was. “You can’t know how happy this makes me! I’ve waited years for this. Years!”

“I- er…” Sydney’s dark eyes flashed to him and the look there was absolutely murderous.

Her lips pulled into a thin line and the blush riding on her golden skin just above her finely carved cheekbones wasn’t there due to pleasure, he was pretty dang sure. She had a beautiful face. Always had. He never stood a chance when it came to her. She was pretty as a little girl and when she’d turned into a woman, god… it just wasn’t fair to the male species that she was blessed with that heart-shaped face, huge eyes, thick lashes, full lips, tiny perfect nose. She was five nine and for her height, she shouldn’t have been blessed with curves like she was or her boobs.

Jesus, those boobs.

They were practically staring him in the face like a set of headlights and he was the deer about to get smacked by the oncoming truck. God, that’s a terrible analogy. He couldn’t look away though, and her nipples were definitely staring him back. Those hard little points were having a standoff with her t-shirt. Or, more accurately, with him.

“I’ve been waiting ages for this!” His mom took Sydney’s hands in her own and chaffed them like it was cold out and not the middle of summer. “You have no idea how happy you’ve made me! All those nasty girls Jesse used to date, girls who were just with him for his money, girls who just wanted to get themselves knocked up with his baby so they’d be set for life-”

“Mom!” Jesse cut in. He was already moving forward before his mom could finish that sentence

He stalked down the length of the front yard, which was just grass. Immaculate grass, but not fancy fixture so far. He hadn’t exactly got around to ordering one like the rest of the neighbors on the block. He didn’t give two shits if he had trees or a flower garden in the place, a damn fountain with a water fixture, benches, a statue here and there, any of it. He’d just moved in three months ago and already the neighborhood was seriously grating on him.


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