To My Arrogant Boss (The Inappropriate Bachelors #2) - J. S. Cooper Page 0,35
to the guy that was by any means okay just because the meathead had turned out to be such a tool.
Voices became audible just beyond the steam room door. Who was coming in and where the hell was Tate? Did it really take this long to find a towel? I wondered if Tate was sniffing my clothes, but I shrugged the thought off. He wasn’t that much of a pervert; if he was going to sniff anything, it would be my panties, and I’d been smart enough to keep those on. The door opened, but even though I was facing it, I couldn’t see anything through the dense steam.
“I had a feeling you’d find your way to the steam room, big boy.” The nasal tones of the blonde who had been flirting with Tate earlier filled the room, and I stifled a groan. What was that bitch doing here?
“Well, I guess that makes you psychic or something.” Tate’s deep husky voice replied, and my nerves tingled.
“I have been told I have a gift.” The blonde continued. “I feel as though I can communicate with others.” I had to pinch myself to stop myself from laughing at her idiotic comment.
“With others?’’ Tate’s voice grew closer and I could see glimpses of him through the steam.
“In other worlds.” The blonde seemed to be following him. “A bit like Whoopi Goldberg in that awesome movie, Ghost.”
“Oh, hmm, okay,” Tate said. I heard a clunk to my left so I assumed he had taken a seat. It was so weird that I could barely see him even though he was so close.
“But of course I have other talents as well.” She giggled. “I can fit a whole dick in my mouth without gagging.”
“Can you really?” Tate sounded amused and I wanted to slap him. I knew that he knew that I could hear this entire conversation. And I had no idea why he was continuing to converse with this vapid fool.
“You look like your packing at least, what …?” She paused. “I’m going to guess eight inches.”
“A gentleman neither confirms nor denies.” Tate sounded cocky as hell but I had to admit that I was also curious just how big he was.
“Well, hey, I love big cocks,” the blonde continued, and I rolled my eyes. Did his lady never take a rest?
“Oh, yeah?” Tate sounded pleased and he chuckled slightly. “I can say that no woman has ever been dissatisfied with me.”
“I was quite pleased to see you only had your boxers on just now,” she continued, and I raised my eyebrows. So Tate had taken off his gym shorts, had he? “It’ll give me easier access.” She giggled and I wanted to slap her.
“And your chest is also very hot.” The blonde giggled. “You could be a male model or a stripper.”
“Thanks,” Tate said but I couldn’t concentrate on what he was saying now. My mind was on the fact that a mostly-naked Tate was next to me. My boss was sitting next to me in nothing but boxers, and this stupid bitch wouldn’t shut up. I wondered what she was going to do next. She can’t do anything if you’re already doing it, I thought to myself and I inched towards Tate. I didn’t give myself time to fully think through my actions. I just slid along the bench until my thigh was firmly pressed next to Tate’s strong warm one. The impact of his skin next to mine made me tingle. I felt his body stilling next to mine as our thighs touched, and for good measure, I rested my hand on his leg. I heard him breathe in deeply and I grinned. But then I felt his hand on my thigh and it was my turn to go still. Only Tate wasn’t as shy as I was and his hand slid slowly up my thigh until it was resting dangerously close to my panties.
“So do you want me to show you one of the things I can do with my tongue?” The blonde spoke again and I pressed my lips together. You wish, bitch.
“Hmm,” Tate said, not immediately shooting her down. “What are you thinking?” he asked, his fingers trailing up and down my leg, leaving sparks of excitement and anticipation in their wake.
“Where are you?” Blondie said. “Let me come and show you.” As soon as she said the words, I stood up and gently lowered my ass onto Tate’s lap.
“Why, hello there, sexy,” Tate whispered into my ear