To My Arrogant Boss (The Inappropriate Bachelors #2) - J. S. Cooper Page 0,56
away.
I stared at my pad and pen for a moment then pulled out my phone to read Tate’s last note again. He was so cocky and full of himself —I was fuming all over again after reading it.
I clicked the pen and started scribbling my first note.
To My Arrogant Boss,
If I didn’t know better, I’d think you had something you were compensating for? Why do you always talk about your big dick? Granted, it’s not small, but when I saw it in your apartment last weekend, it didn’t look that big. It wasn’t tiny, but you couldn’t star in any pornos. Sorry.
Also, why would you think that I or any other woman would want your dick? Your dick seems to have seen more vaginas than my gynecologist. Maybe you should start concentrating on your personality and getting to know someone for something other than sex. Maybe it’s not all about sex. Maybe love is important to some people. Maybe a woman wants to be wooed. Maybe a woman wants to be looked in the eyes—not the chest. You’re a pig. You’re conceited and you’re rude. Yes, you have some good traits and you’re a talented writer, and maybe you should spend more time developing them. Life is going to pass you by if all you keep trying to do is get laid. Also, yes, I want your dick. I want it very badly. If I was that type of girl, I’d fuck you every which way and then walk away. Just to see if you’re as good as you make it sound.
That is all,
Jane Garcia, the best employee you’ve ever had
I read my note again and I laughed. I sounded angry and sex-crazy. I couldn’t believe that I’d written that I wanted to fuck him, but as I reread it, I conceded that it was the truth. The sexual tension between us was off the charts. I wanted him so badly that it almost hurt. And he was right. I did think about him at night. I thought of him in the late hours of the evening when I lay in bed alone and wished that I had someone there to hold me and touch me. I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted him to taste me. And even more badly than that, I wanted to taste him. Oh, I wanted to taste him so badly. I wanted to see his face as he came.
I rubbed my forehead and sat back. I needed to stop thinking of him like that. I was going to go mad. Maybe it was time for me to start dating again. Maybe if I started dating a new guy, I’d stop thinking about Tate so much.
I folded the note up and stuck it into my handbag. I grabbed the pad again and started a new note, the real note that I would give him.
To Mr. Tate Howard,
I think the only person that wants your dick is yourself. I bet if you could fuck yourself, you would. I have absolutely no interest in your micropenis. If you start a GoFundMe trying to raise funds for a penis replacement, let me know and I’d be happy to donate $5. Also, I’ll have you know that I have a different man every night. I’m very satisfied in bed and have absolutely no interest in your services ever. So maybe it’s time to start going after women you have a shot with.
Your Secret Not Admirer
I was debating whether to add anything else to the note when Tate walked over to my desk. I quickly pushed the pad away on the table and placed it under some folders.
“Jane, can we have a quick meeting?” He stopped by my desk and looked down at me. “I need to ask you some questions about this ad you’ve got set to advertise in the newspaper on Sunday. I think we need to use a different image.”
“Sure, Tate.” I pretended to close down some files on my computer. “Let me just pull the file, and I’ll be in your office in a few seconds, okay?”
“Okay, great. Thanks.” He squeezed my shoulder. “Also, if there’s anything you need to get before we leave on Friday morning, just let me know.”
“I don’t think so.” I shook my head. “I just need to pack a small bag, right? We’re not doing anything special, are we?”
“My mom likes to dress up for dinner, so maybe bring some nice clothes.”