Your parents own a giant company, and decided to hold a meeting with a business partner before you got out of school. You did know that family had a 17 year old son, Flynn, but you thought he more than likely wouldn’t come along.

You sigh, walking into your room after greeting your parents and the others as you crash onto your bed. Suddenly, Flynn comes out of the bathroom, one towel drying his hair and the other on his waist. You blush as you stare at his perfect body with little droplets on it. Then, a deep voice speaks up. “The hell are you staring at?” he says with a cheeky smirk.