My Best Friend’s Hot Brother–in-
Law?
I had a thing for my best friend’s brother–in-
law, Professor Ben Harrison.
One late night, I texted him: “Babe, you’re
seriously gorgeous.”
He replied with two words: “Keep it
professional.”
After a month of chasing, this unattainable
hunk wouldn’t budge.
Then, the second month, my best friend
called, sobbing, saying she wanted a divorce.
I puffed up my chest and declared, “I’ll be
right there with you!”
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Then, I texted Ben: “Old man, you’re probably
useless anyway!”
“Peace out, never wanna see you again!”
That night, Ben cornered me in my room, and
I ended up tearfully apologizing. “I messed up.”
He chuckled darkly, “Too late for that.”
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My bestie, Sarah Evans, was a total goddess.
Rich, smart, cultured, kind, and generous.
I often wished I had been born a guy.
About
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About a month ago, she married the ultimate
D.C. socialite, Matt Harrison.
As the maid of honor, I cried my eyes out. I
was the saddest person in the whole room,
because, let’s face it, no guy on earth was
good enough for Sarah.
And to make it worse, she was married, which
meant we probably wouldn’t see each other
as much.
Matt gave me a smug grin, the look of a guy
who knew he’d won.
That guy was a well–known playboy.
When Sarah and Matt were dating, he and I
were like oil and water.
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I constantly got under his skin. He’d get super
mad, but because of Sarah he couldn’t really
say anything.
On their wedding day, he was all smiles, telling me, “Okay, Taylor James, back off
now. She’s mine.”
“You’re a third wheel. Be cool.”
I was ready to rip his head off.
Then I saw this dude who looked vaguely like
Matt, walking toward us.
This guy was tall, leggy, and had this quiet,
refined aura.
Even Matt, the cocky one, straightened up
and showed some respect.
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He called him “Bro.”
The man nodded and turned his gaze to me.
Matt made the introductions, “This is Taylor
James, Sarah’s best friend.”
“And this is my older brother, Ben.”
Ben was a man of few words, just a slight
nod in my direction.
I stared at him. Then, a lightbulb went off.
An idea popped into my head.
At the reception, I sat next to Ben.
I straight up asked, “You single?”
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My bluntness caught him by surprise.
Besides me, everyone at the table was a
relative of the groom’s.
They all stared at me, looking a bit shocked.
Ben paused, then replied, “Yes.”
“Cool, let’s exchange numbers then!”
I shoved my QR code at him. He glanced at
- me.
Probably because of the situation, family
around, and it being a wedding, he didn’t feel
like he could blow me off.
He scanned it.
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I was super happy and chatted with Ben all
evening.
He was so polite, answering everything I said
with a careful, formal tone.
I knew he probably didn’t want to deal with
me, but whatever, I had my sights set on this
guy.
Ben was five years older than me. When I
found out he was a college professor, I was a
little surprised.
Given his family background, I figured he’d be
in business or politics.
But he was in academia.
No wonder he had that smooth, polished vibe.
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“Professor Harrison, you’re really good-
looking!”
“I’ve never seen a hotter guy.”
Everyone at the table looked like they’d been
frozen in place.
I thought their reaction was weird, but my
mind was only on Ben, so I didn’t dwell on it.
I just figured I’d shocked them with my
forwardness.
Ben was drinking some soup. After hearing
my comment he looked directly at me.
He just said, “That’s quite the compliment.”
02
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Unattainable guys are hard work.
To win Ben over, and be part of the family
with my girl, I asked one of my friends, who is
a total player for advice.
She gave me four words: Be direct, be bold.
“If you play it coy with this kind of guy, you’re
doomed. You have to be upfront.”
“The quiet ones like the outspoken ones.”
I took her advice and did some online
research.
I saw a post about calling a guy “babe,” and I
suddenly understood everything.
I was ready.
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I’ve got a hot guy. I’m unstoppable.
I opened my chat with Ben and just texted
him: “Goodnight, babe.”
Ben: “Wrong number.”
Me: “Nope, you’re my only babe.”
Ben: “Miss James, I haven’t dated you, and
we’re not married, so please refrain from
that.”
I was grinning like an idiot. I was loving the
formality.
Was this what dating an older guy was like?
The chase was fun.
