To My Arrogant Boss (The Inappropriate Bachelors #2) - J. S. Cooper Page 0,33

at me. "Are you fucking joking me?"

"Now, now, watch your words, Jane. You don't want to have to wash your mouth out with soap."

"Oh, hell no." She glared at me. "You're such a pig."

"Am I?" I looked down at her hand still holding my t-shirt and grinned. "Is that why you're still holding me close to you?"

"What?" She looked down at her hand and dropped it quickly. "I am not holding you close to me."

"It seems like you just want to get your hands on my body." I licked my lips. "I noticed your knuckles were very close to my stomach."

"My knuckles?" She looked at me in disbelief. "My knuckles were near to your stomach?"

"Were you trying to look at my abs?" I winked at her and then lifted my t-shirt up. "All you had to do was ask, sweet pea."

"I didn't want to look at your abs." She shook her head, but I noticed that her eyes were still glued to my naked torso.

"I could take it completely off if you want to ogle my whole chest." I lifted my t-shirt slightly higher. "I've been told I have nice pecs as well."

"I've seen better," she said dismissively as she looked up and into my eyes.

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah." She shrugged. "I'm done here, I think I'm going to go hit the steam room now. My muscles are already aching."

"I can give you a massage if you want."

"Meh, I don't want."

"You sure about that?"

"I'm absolutely certain."

"Okay, I'll join you in the steam room."

"I thought you wanted to do some weights."

"There's always tomorrow." I shrugged. I couldn't have cared less about doing any weights right then. "I don't want to be too sore for dancing tonight."

"Something tells me you don't get sore doing weights." She flipped her hair.

I smiled. "So, shall we go?"

"Lead the way, Tate, lead the way." She took a chug of water and then spoke again. "Also if you ever pull that shit on me again, I will cut off one of your balls and feed it to you raw." She smiled sweetly and then winked at me.

This woman sure was a spitfire.

"So are you hoping to meet your friend in the steam room?" Jane asked as we walked. "Are you sure you want me to be there?"

"She's not my friend." I shook my head. "And I would much rather you be there. In fact, if you want to do the things she offered to do, I wouldn't say no."

"I'm sure you wouldn't," she scoffed. "I have a feeling that there's not much you wouldn't say no to."

"That's not fair, Jane." I touched the small of her back lightly. "You know I have feelings, too. You're going to make me feel bad if you keep ragging on me."

"Ragging on you?" She looked at me suspiciously. "What?"

"You're just hurting my feelings, that's all."

"Yeah, right." She pulled away from me and rolled her eyes. "You forget I have an older brother, I know bad acting when I see it."

"Are you calling me a bad actor?"

"Yup!" She grinned. "If there was an award for bad acting, I think you would get a prize."

"Like an Oscar?"

"Yeah, you'd get an anti-Oscar."

"You're so good for my ego." I dropped the act and laughed. "I'm glad you never decided to go into teaching or nursing. You'd have a lot of sad students and patients."

"I'm glad you didn't go into being a business owner, you'd have a lot of sad employees." She pouted. "Oh wait, oops."

"Very funny, Jane." I laughed. "I think I make a pretty good boss, don't you?"

"Do you really want me to answer that?"

"Yes."

"If by very good, you mean arrogant, then the answer is yes."

"So you think I'm arrogant?" I ran my hand through my hair. "Why do you think that? Just because I'm handsome and rich …"

"And blah blah blah." Jane continued my sentence for me. "Yes, for all of those reasons."

"Well, you do know what Taylor Swift says, right?"

"What?"

"Shake it off!" I sang. "Because the haters gonna hate, hate, hate."

"You know the lyrics to Taylor Swift songs?"

"I have younger sisters, remember?"

"Oh yeah." She nodded. "So when are you going to South Carolina?"

"In two weeks." I frowned. I really didn't want to go back home. I didn't want to deal with my dad asking when I'd be moving back home. I didn't want to deal with my mom bringing around all her friends’ eligible daughters, hoping that I’d ask one on a date and then get married six months later. I didn't want my