To My Arrogant Boss (The Inappropriate Bachelors #2) - J. S. Cooper Page 0,53
was bad.” I nodded and then pulled her up. “Now, let’s change the subject, this is depressing.”
“What are you doing?” She looked confused as I led her to my bedroom. “Where are we going, Tate?”
“To my magic room.”
“Tate!”
“Not for sex.” I grinned at her. “I promise.”
“Okay, but then what for?”
“You’ll see.”
“Tate Howard, if you think that I …” I let go of her hand and walked to the corner of the room and grabbed my guitar. “Have a seat on the bed.”
“You play the guitar?”
“Not that well,” I lied. I was pretty confident that she’d be impressed by my singing skills. I’d been told more than once that I should audition for The Voice or American Idol, but I had absolutely no interest in being a professional singer.
“What are you going to play?”
“Any requests?”
“Not yet.” She took a seat on my bed. “Surprise me.”
“Okay, have you ever heard of Ray LaMontagne?”
“Not sure.”
“Well, I’m going to play a song of his called Shelter.” I strummed down on the chords and tuned the strings for a few seconds before I started playing. When I started singing, her face lit up with surprise and delight. I sat down on the bed next to her as I sang the entire song. When I was done, she started clapping her hands together.
“That was amazing. You have so many talents.” She looked at my hands. “You continue to surprise me, Tate Howard.”
“I think that’s a good thing.” I kept my hands to myself. You will not touch her, Tate. You will not touch her. She shifted closer to me and my heart rate started to pick up. Was she making a move on me?
“It’s a good thing.” She nodded. “So any other skills you want to show me or anything else you want to tell me?”
“Well, I could tell you about my fantasies.”
“Not those sorts of things, Tate.”
“We can share one fantasy each.”
“I’m not sharing any fantasies, Tate.”
“Okay, can I share one before we go? We have about five minutes before we have to leave.”
“Fine, tell me.” She stood up. “Let’s see if you can shock me.”
“I want to go to a sex club.” I studied her face carefully to see her reaction. “I want to go to a sex club with multiple rooms. Where orgies are going on. Where people are watching me having sex. Where women stroke my back while I’m with another woman. I want other men to envy me and how long I can go.” I stopped. “Did I scare you yet?”
“No,” she squeaked, but I could tell from the expression on her face that I had completely overwhelmed her. I knew it was a lot to take. Maybe a part of me had hoped that that would have been her fantasy as well. That we could have explored together. “Uhm, shall we go now?” She turned around and walked out of the bedroom. Well, I’d just blown every chance of getting into her pants. Jane was a nice girl, but I was way too much man for her to handle.
Chapter 14
Jane
It wasn’t until several days later on Wednesday that I remembered to check Tate’s gym bag to see if he had left a note there. Everything between us had been uneventful since Sunday when we’d left his apartment. The Tate who had opened up in his living room had disappeared as soon as we’d left his front door. He’d been distant at Magnolia’s apartment and distant in the office all week. The only time he’d really spoken to me was during office meetings and to tell me that he’d booked our flights and hotel rooms and that we were leaving on Friday. A part of me was disappointed that he’d stopped flirting, but the other part of me was grateful that he had..
There was something about the way he’d looked into my eyes when he kissed me, and the innocent air about him when he’d shared stories about his past that made me think he was still a boy inside. He had a front, a handsome and confident front, yet I could tell that he was still hurting inside. From what, I didn’t know.
And I didn’t want to know. I couldn’t afford to know him better. He could ruin me. I knew that if I slept with him, he would be very hard to get over. He was multifaceted on levels I couldn’t even begin to understand.
Right now, Tate was at lunch, so I had easy access to his gym bag.