Page 7 of Touch Me (Complete Collection)

He laughed. “Done! Go now!”

Two hours later, they were sitting inside McDonalds. Jenny took a sip of her cappuccino. “I feel good about this job, I really do. I can’t believe how quickly you arranged one but thank you. It’s really awesome of you.”

“I did nothing.”

She rolled her eyes and glanced at his midnight blue suit for the hundredth time, unable to keep her eyes off it. It fit him flawlessly, accentuating his broad chest and wide shoulders. With the button on his jacket undone, his shirt showed underneath, hugging his taught stomach. She could almost see through all the layers of fabric covering him. She had seen him half naked, and the trousers hanging from his hips when she arrived hadn’t really hidden much of the nether region either.

He caught her staring at his chest and she blushed. “Why did you wear a suit when it was my interview?” she improvised quickly and he chuckled.

For a moment, he had thought she was checking him out just like he was checking her out. “Because I have to stop at my office for a few minutes. There’s a Japanese investor waiting for me.”

“Like…right now?”

“Yup.” He sipped his coffee.

“So why are you sitting here wasting time with me? You should go. I’ll take a cab back to your place.”

“Not a big deal. He can wait for a while. And I’ll be inside for just fifteen minutes max so you can wait for me in the lobby. If that’s not a problem.”

“Sounds good. Let’s go.”

She pried his coffee out of his hand and made him quicken his pace, chiding him about not taking his job seriously.

An hour later, she mutely marched behind him as they entered his apartment. The large metal letters outside his office building had almost made her head spin. Farrell Corp. Cooper actually owned the place he had stopped at. The high-rise building housing the headquarters of his corporation had been impressive to say the least, and she was even more daunted now than she had been before. She didn’t know how to deal with it. She didn’t even understand why she had to actually deal with it and not just brush it off as a minor detail. If she had known Cooper was as successful as he evidently was, she would never have mustered up the courage to call him for help.

“Do you mind if I smoke?”

His voice made her turn around. “What?”

“Smoke. I usually smoke inside but I wasn’t sure if you’d mind.”

“Why would I mind? It’s your apartment. Smoke away,” she said sullenly.

“What did I do now?”

She realized how sulky she was. “No nothing. I just…I’ll freshen up.”

“Jen?” She turned, pasting a cordial smile on her face. “Why do I feel like you don’t want to be here?”

“I…” I’m so ungrateful. “I do…I just feel bad being here, cramping your space.”

“It’s a big space, Jen. I don’t mind.”

She bit her lip. “Why didn’t you tell me you owned a whole damn corporation instead of just saying you…you let me think you had a job.”

“It didn’t come up. You’ve been here one night. It’s not something to hide.”

“I just…” It was time to be honest. She could manage something; work out some other living arrangements while she found a job. Living with Cooper was not a good idea, especially when being near him made her jittery and nervous.

“Why are you doing this?” she cried out suddenly.

His eyes narrowed to slits, he slid his hands into his pants pockets as he neared her. “What am I doing exactly?”

“Everything! Asking me to stay…helping me!”

“We’re friends, Jen.”

“But I’m a terrible friend! I never called you back, I never came to see you, and now when I’m a needy jobless loser I come banging on your door for help!”

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