To My Arrogant Boss (The Inappropriate Bachelors #2) - J. S. Cooper Page 0,28
and gave him a sympathetic smile. “It’s that small?”
“Small!” He burst out laughing. “If you only knew, my dear.” He grinned and I blushed because the truth of the matter was that I did know a little bit. That little lap dance I’d given him had been enough to show me that he was packing in ways that most men weren’t. I might not have had sex before, but I’ve seen cocks in person and in videos.
“So, you would tell me something real? Not related to sex?”
“But aren’t all the best things related to sex?” He grinned and then before I could reply he said. “But yes, I agree to tell you something not related to my prowess in the bedroom.”
“I don’t trust you.” I pursed my lips. “If I agree to this, you have to go first.”
“Okay, I trust you, so I will go first.” He looked thoughtful for a moment. “In fact, I’ll tell you two things to show just how trustworthy I am.”
“Go on, then.”
“Firstly, when I was young, I took part in Civil War reenactments with my grandfather.”
“Oh wow, okay.” I wasn’t sure what to say to that. “Cool?”
“Surprisingly enough, it was quite cool.” He chuckled. “Don’t judge me. But I enjoyed it. We reenacted the Battle of Johns Island near Charleston.”
“I have to admit that that means nothing to me,” I apologized. “I don’t know much about history, let alone the Revolutionary War.”
“The Civil War and the Revolutionary War were different things.” He laughed out loud. “We fought the Revolutionary War against the British to gain our independence, that was 1775 to, I think, 1783. We fought the Civil War from 1861 to 1865, and that was a fight between the Union and the Confederate states, or as people like to refer to them today, the Northern and Western States vs. the South.”
“Oh, yeah.” I nodded. “That had something to do with slavery, right?”
“Essentially.” He nodded. “The Southern states weren’t happy with the abolitionist movement to free slaves and felt that States should be able to decide for themselves if they wanted to keep slavery.”
“Hmmm.” I didn’t say what I wanted to say because I didn’t want to offend him.
“You look pissed off.” His eyes pierced mine. “I don’t think slavery was a good thing, Jane. Not at all. I’m glad it was abolished when it was. In fact, I think it never should have happened.” He sighed. “I know you might look at me and see a man from the South, a very handsome man with golden blonde hair that shines like the sun and cornflower blue eyes that you can get lost in, but I don’t want you to prejudge me because of that. I’ve known my own struggles. We all have.” He paused as if he wanted to say something and then sighed again. “I don’t want you to think that just because I enjoyed taking part in the reenactments that I thought slavery should have existed for longer than it did.”
“I never thought that.” As I said it, I realized that was true. For all of his flaws, I truly didn’t think Tate was a man who held antiquated ideas about people. “To be honest, it sounds like an interesting experience. When I was younger, I went to Renaissance fairs with my best friend, Violeta, and those were fun too. I celebrate learning about and from our past. Nothing is ever black and white.”
“You’re right about that.” His eyes crinkled as he stared at me. “I would have liked to have seen you dressed up as a bar wench.”
“Tate, I was twelve when I went.” I laughed. “So unless you’re a pedophile, I highly doubt you would have liked to have seen chubby little Jane in a bar wench outfit.”
“Touché.” He threw his head back and laughed. “I wouldn’t mind seeing tight-body current Jane in one, though.”
“I don’t have a tight body, and even if I did, you would only be seeing it in your dreams.” I wrinkled my nose at him.
“How did you know what I dreamed about?” He winked at me and I rolled my eyes in response. “Okay, I owe you one more fact, and that you have to tell me something.”
“Yeah, I guess that was the agreement.”
“So, this is something I don’t normally share with people, but … I like to write.”
“Write?” I stared at him. “Like books?” For a few seconds, I wondered if he was talking about the notes we’d been writing.