Page 13 of Playboy Boss

So, he’s not going to mention the dinner party. Okay, she could deal with that. Probably was better that way. Nodding, she sat in the same chair she’d sat in the day before and prepared for his direction.

She looked up, the silence growing thick in the office. He gazed at her, considering her in a way that made her self-conscious. For a moment, she thought he would bring up the dinner party, because he looked at her the same way he’d looked at her then. But he didn’t. It was business as usual. Exactly what she should expect.

“I’m taking you down to Korr Solutions.”

“I thought you said I’m only doing work for Korr Properties?” She was too breathless.

“Correct.” He nodded. “It’s just a tour.”

“Sure. Okay. That sounds good.” Please stop looking at me that way.The power of attractiveness had never been so in her face before.

A notification chimed on his cell phone. With his attention on the screen, he said, “Also, I need you to call Christine, my personal shopper, who is in my contacts. Tell her I need a gift, preferably Chanel, for a woman. And make sure it’s sent to Anisette Bonnenfont today. In addition, add a personal note saying, ‘Raincheck for tonight? Something has come up. My best, Konrad.’”

“My God, how many women are there?” Scottie didn’t look up from her notepad. The thump of his cell phone on his desk let her know she’d gone too far.

Their eyes met once again.

“Do you have something to say, Scottine?” His voice was surprisingly calm, though he shouldn’t be. He was the boss, after all, and clearly she crossed a line.

But his lips curled up in humor. Was he making fun of her? The notion made her hot with anger. Was she a joke to him just like the rest of his women?

Scottie clenched her jaw, and a slow head shake followed. “I don’t have anything to say.”

“Are you sure? Because you seemed to have a lot to say seconds ago.” He placed his thick forearms against his desk, his palms facing down. “You know, Scottie, if you can’t do the job, you should let me know now. I can find a replacement in no time.”

Resistance tensed every muscle in her body. She needed this job. She needed him. “I can certainly do this job, Konrad.”

His intensity made her self-conscious. Naked even. Damn him. Her whole body throbbed under his stare. And as ridiculous as it was, she imagined what it might be like to be naked under him.

“Is there anything else you need me to do?” Scottie’s mouth dried out. She was desperate to leave, to be away from him and his pull on her.

“Yes.” He looked at his computer screen. “I need you to set up a meeting with Bayou Sling Brewery.”

Scottie wrote fast, still hyperfocused on the blood surging through her veins. “Any specific date and time this week?”

“Later this week. They aren’t a priority.” Another chime from his cell phone took his attention.

“So why meet with them?” Just shut up and take notes, Scottie. The question was for herself, not him. This temp thing was not going well.

Amusement colored his face. “They don’t have enough investors.” His eyebrows furrowed. Scottie was done talking. “I’m not in this business to give property away, Scottie. It’s always about the bottom line. You should have learned that in college. Now you can leave.”

Scottie was conflicted. He was clearly a man who only satisfied his own pleasure. Did he ever consider anyone else? He seemed annoyed.

Just like that, she detached from the magnetic pull he had on her and stood. Three months of taking orders from Konrad seemed like a long time. And with that twirling in her head, she straightened and marched out of his office.

Once she was in her cube, she dialed the number to his personal shopper. The phone rang, giving Scottie a focal point. She needed to get her mind off Konrad.

On the fourth ring, a nasally voice answered. “Personal shopper services.”

“Uh … hi…” Scottie didn’t know how to begin. She’d never called a personal shopper services line before.

“Hello?” the nasally voice asked.

“Hi, yes. I’m calling on behalf of Konrad Korr.”

“Ah, yes, Mr. Korr. Are you an employee?”

“Yes … err … no. I’m his temporary assistant.”

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