To My Arrogant Boss (The Inappropriate Bachelors #2) - J. S. Cooper Page 0,64
just want to ensure that I don’t come across as an asshole.”
“Okay.” I nodded. “Go ahead.” I waited for him to start reading and I wondered if I should tell him that I was his anonymous note writer. I wanted to tell him, but I just didn’t know what I would say. I’d been so rude and slightly sexual. He would wonder what had caused me to start writing them. And then I’d have to admit to him that he’d been getting under my skin from the very first moment I saw him. And I didn’t want to tell him that. Didn’t want him to think that I was some sort of creeper or weird obsessed chick.
“Are you listening to me, Jane?”
“Yes, sorry.” I nodded. “Go ahead.”
“Okay, here goes.” He cleared his throat. “Dear Secret Not Admirer aka Plastic Titties...”
“Tate,” I laughed slightly. “You can’t say that.”
“I know.” He laughed. “I don’t really have that in there.”
“Okay, start from the beginning again.”
“Dear Secret Not Admirer, I think I know who you are and if you are that person then I want you to know that I want you to ride my dick as badly as you want to ride it.”
“Tate!” I rolled my eyes, but my heart thumped painfully. So he did like her?
“What?”
“Nothing.” I sighed. “Continue.”
“Every time I see you, my cock jumps to attention and it wonders to itself, what it would be like to live inside of your pussy? Obviously cocks don’t have a mind of their own, but if they did, that is what it would be thinking about day in and day out.”
“Really?” I bit down on my lip. “Look I don’t think I want to hear the rest of this note, Tate.” I looked away from him, annoyed that I’d bothered shaving myself and putting on makeup. Tate was obviously not interested in me.
“Can I just finish?” He pleaded.
“Fine.”
“I want you to know that my brain also thinks about you. And the way that you smell, and the way that you smile and the way that you do that little dance when you think no one is looking. I like that side of you. I like it when you tell me off. And I like it when your nostrils flare. I like it when you come so close to me that I can practically feel you touching me. I hope that we can just talk face to face once you get this...” He paused then and looked into my eyes and I felt like I couldn’t even breathe. He really liked her a lot. He really really liked her.
“You don’t have to read anymore. It’s fine.” I shrugged and was about to get off of the bed when he continued.
“I hope that from here on out I can be more than just your arrogant boss.” He stopped reading then and I turned towards him in shock.
“What did you just say?” I asked him, my race hot.
“I said I hope that I can be more than just your arrogant hot and sexy boss.” He grinned.
“You know it’s me?”
“I do.” He nodded and rolled over towards me on the bed.
“How?”
“You left me a note with your name.”
“Oh God, no.” I screamed a little. “I gave you the wrong note?” I groaned as he grinned. “How is that possible?” I tried to think. “I wrote two notes and I left the note to you on my desk under a notepad. Oh fuck,” I groaned. “I left the other note on the desk. I gave you the wrong note. Oh God, what did I say?”
“Do you want me to read it to you?”
“Tate, no!” I groaned. “No.”
“Aw, you don’t want to hear it?”
“No.”
“Pity.” He grinned and jumped off the bed. I watched him walking to his bag and pulling the familiar note card out. He cleared his throat and I jumped up and ran over to him.
“Tate, no.”
“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 porno’s. Sorry.” He paused from reading and laughed. “Do you need your eyes checking woman?”
“No.” I blushed. Why oh why had I written that note? I was going to kill Magnolia. It had been her idea.