Page 51 of Playboy Boss

Heat crawled up her body. “Not at all. I’ve been on that ride.”

His eyebrows raised. “And it was the best ride you’ve ever been on. I was there, remember? I heard the panting.”

Her cheeks burned with embarrassment and remembrance. Konrad was crass enough to go there. She should’ve remembered it when she wanted to push his buttons. But he was right. It was the best ride she’d ever been on, and she wanted to get on again.

Scottie averted her gaze. “You’ll never know for sure.”

“Perhaps.” He said it as if they weren’t over, as if their tryst was to be continued despite what they’d agreed on.

“Perhaps?” She couldn’t let it go.

Their eyes met again. All the lust that was between them drew them in. She was paralyzed with his magnetic eyes. His pull. Her desire to have him again. Regret would come either way if she went along with her feelings.

Plump lips curled up at her, beckoning her. “Perhaps.”

They were not over. Nothing was more evident. They were, in fact, still very much on.

“Should we even be here?” Scottie was breathless. “I don’t know what we’re doing here, Konrad.”

“Having a meal. We have to eat, don’t we?” His lips rested together with such ease that she felt even more uneasy.

“You know that’s not what I mean.” Maybe she should just shut up and enjoy it. She did have fun with him when they were like this, playing and teasing each other. But her heart might make it something it wasn’t. Obviously, it already had.

Konrad reached over the small table, setting his hand over hers in one of the endless ways he insisted on touching her. “Can’t you just enjoy dinner with me?”

“How?” She lifted her thumb, moving it over the smooth skin of his forefinger. She had to touch him back.

The silence took her. Nothing penetrated the wall they’d built around them in that small corner booth.

He chuckled low. “I don’t know. Just eat and drink and enjoy it.” He slid his hand up her wrist and over her forearm. His palm dwarfed her. She felt absolutely tiny against him.

“It’s hard to think about enjoying a meal when you’re touching me like this.” Their point of contact became her focus. His pulse quickened against her skin.

He removed his hand, abandoning her. She missed it immediately.

“I won’t touch you, then, if you don’t enjoy it.” His eyes darkened.

“We decided this was a bad idea.”

The waitress arrived with a bottle of chilled sake and two small porcelain cups. Her interruption couldn’t have been more poorly timed.

Scottie didn’t take her eyes off Konrad. He didn’t take his eyes off her either.

“Are you ready to order? Or do you need more time?”

“More time,” Scottie snipped, surprised at her response.

The waitress furrowed her brow, her face betraying her required calmness. “Of course. Take your time.” She left the table yet again in a jerk. Scottie was sure the waitress hated them, or more accurately her.

Konrad tilted his head. “Do you know what you want?”

What a question. Was he talking about dinner in general or, specifically, the situation they’d found themselves in?

“Do you?” she challenged him, despite her better judgement. The electricity between them was on high power.

He laughed. “Answering a question with a question.”

She smiled slow, feeling a high with the way he looked at her mouth. “Yes.”

He grew serious then, leaning in. “I always know what I want, Scottine.” His voice was low, seductive. And she was falling for it. Again.

Desire took her captive. Fuck what they’d said. She wanted Konrad, and she didn’t care what the consequences were. Their attraction had been off the charts, something she’d never experienced before. Or allowed herself to experience. But there it was, in her face, taking her hostage.

The waitress came over again, startling Scottie, though Konrad seemed unaffected. “Have you decided?”

With ease and a coolness that Scottie could not have pulled off, Konrad said, “We’ll be ordering to go.”

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