To My Arrogant Boss (The Inappropriate Bachelors #2) - J. S. Cooper Page 0,34

sisters trying to hook me up with their friends or my dad's old cronies asking me if I had any interest in getting into politics. I missed my family and I loved seeing them, but I hated the pressures that came with visits back to the family home.

"You look thoughtful again." Jane’s voice jarred me out of my thoughts, and it struck me that she always seemed to realize when I had deeper thoughts on my mind.

"Nah, I don't do much thinking."

"I don't believe you," she said with a small shake of her head. "Is this it?" We stopped outside the steam room.

"Do you have anything to change into?” I asked her. “We're meant to take a shower before we go inside."

"Oh," She bit down on her lower lip. "I don't have anything …" She suddenly grinned. "But I have an idea. Where are the towels?"

"Why? Are you going to go inside naked?"

"No, Tate." She pulled her t-shirt off in one swoop and my jaw dropped as I stared at her in a hot pink pushup bra. "What are you looking at?"

"What do you think?" I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. The long lines of her neck. Her smooth shoulders. The valley between her breasts that I couldn't see completely because her pushup bra got in the way. The slight curve of her belly and the way her yoga pants fit her so much differently now that they weren't covered by a long baggy t-shirt. Shit, she was hot. Her golden-brown skin glowed with sweat, and I wanted to lean forward and lick it off of her. I was quite literally in shock. I had not expected her to take her shirt off like that.

Her brown eyes shone with a hint of triumph as if she knew exactly what I was thinking. "Honestly, I don't really care." She shrugged. "Get me a towel, please." And then she leaned down and started undoing the laces of her shoes.

"What are you doing?" I gawked as she took her shoes off.

"You've got eyes." She looked up at me. "What does it look like I'm doing?

"I have no idea." And then she shocked me again, by pulling her pants off and holding them up. "Okay, I'm ready to go in now." She handed me her t-shirt, shoes, and pants. "Take care of these for me, will you?" She smiled, then turned around and then opened the door.

"You're meant to shower first."

"You're not going to tell on me, are you?" And with that, she walked inside, leaving me standing there.

I stood there for what felt like years, but must have only been about ten seconds. I looked at her clothes in my hand and debated going in naked, but I dismissed that idea in about three seconds. I wanted to have some fun, but I wasn’t going to blow my load in the steam room while trying.

Chapter 10

Jane

I sat on the warm wood, not sure if it was the steam that was making my heart rate pick up or if it was because I’d practically just done a striptease in front of Tate. I wasn’t sure where the bravado had come from, but I’d found myself pulling off my t-shirt and pants faster then a referee could say, “On your marks, get set, go!” My sports bra clung to me uncomfortably and I half -wished that I’d taken that off as well. But I wasn’t that brave or that dumb—though it would have been fun to see Tate’s face if I’d stripped naked in front of him. He would have blown his load right then and there.

Still smiling, I wiped the sweat away from my face. Shit, it was hot in here, but it was worth it for the teasing I was going to give Tate. The look on his face had been absolutely priceless. To be fair, I’d surprised myself just as much, but I’d wanted to get him back for telling the meathead who’d had been coming on to me that I was a prostitute. Not that he’d used those words exactly, but all three of us had known exactly what he’d been implying.

The meathead really had been such an asshole, though. I speaky Spanish. I ground my teeth as I remembered his words. “How’s about I speaky my Spanish foot in your mouth, jackass,” I grumbled.

That’s what I should have said, but I hadn’t wanted Tate to think that I was prone to violence or that what he had said