To My Arrogant Boss (The Inappropriate Bachelors #2) by J. S. Cooper
The second book in the Inappropriate bachelors series.
To Mr. Tate Howard,
You are quite possibly the most infuriating, annoying and grumpy man I’ve ever met in my life. I know you think that you’re God’s gift to women, but I have a secret to let you in on: you’re not. You’re God’s gift to yourself. Get over your wanna-be cool surfer self and grow up. I thought it was time that someone addressed your big head and told you straight to your face that you’re not all that. Just because you have an Ivy league education doesn’t mean you’re the smartest man in the world. In fact, I’m not even sure if you would have gotten in if you didn’t have rich parents. Yes, I went there. Every woman doesn’t want to sleep with you and I’m sure you’re not even good in bed. And I’m someone that would know.
Your Secret Not Admirer
*the cover model is Andrew Biernat.
Excerpt To My Arrogant Boss by J. S. Cooper
To My Secret Not Admirer,
You sure are brave in your note. Are you this brave in person? Are you daring? If so, how daring are you? I’ve a feeling that you’re not very daring at all? Have you ever had anal while a guy eats you out? If you need to ask how that’s possible, you just answered my question. I don’t think I’m God’s gift to women. I know I am. Have you never read the book of Tate? It’s right after Matthew, but before Mark. Is that blasphemy to say that there’s a book in the bible named after me? Do you want to punish me? I’m very open to women. Big and small. If that’s why you don’t want to expose yourself to me. I’m not into plastic titties though, so if you’re who I think you might be, please continue moving. I do want to know more about you and what was the point of your note, other than to cream your panties writing my name?
The one, the only, the super hung Tate Howard
P.S. My father being rich has nothing to do with the fact that I can make you come four times before you can even say big daddy.
My jaw must have hit the table about a hundred times before I remembered to forward the photo onto Magnolia. Was this guy for real? Did he really think he was all that? Obviously he did. Obviously he was very confident with his skills in the bedroom. I could feel myself blushing as I read his words again. Tate Howard was a wolf and not the sexy possessive kind either. He was the sort of guy that would eat me up, spit me out and not think twice about it. He was the sort of guy that I should run away from. But of course, I was never very good at running.