Page 14 of Playboy Boss

“I suppose Marisol had her baby?”

How often did Konrad use personal shopper services? “Yes, she did. I’m filling in for three months.”

“Please let Mr. Korr know his surprise nursery set to Marisol was sent out and should be delivered in the morning.”

“Nursey set?”

“Yes. He bought her the whole catalog, practically.” She laughed. “He’s so generous.”

That wasn’t expected. Scottie paused. Konrad had bought his assistant a whole nursery set? And he was generous?

“I’ll tell him.” Each word was practically its own sentence.

“And you are?”

“I’m Scottie Roberts.”

“Hello, Scottie. I’m Christine. I handle Mr. Korr’s account.” She paused again.“How can I help you?”

Scottie was still stuck on the new information about Konrad. He also bought gifts for employees, not just the women in his life? Or was Marisol a woman in his life? Oh God… She’d have to stop her train of thought.

“Yes. Of course. Mr. Korr would like to send a gift to a…” Scottie scrolled through the contacts in his email program. “… Ms. Anisette Bonnenfont.”

“Ahh, yes, Anisette.” Christine chuckled. “Let me guess, something Chanel?”

“Right, something Chanel.” Scottie bit down hard to keep a snarky comment from coming forth. Only the wealthy knew this kind of privilege. Like Scottie’s father, the man she never really knew.

“I have the perfect item. Let me email you a picture of this gorgeous watercolor print scarf. Are you using Marisol’s email?”

“No. You can send it to [emailprotected].”

“Fantastic. Give me just one second.”

The email popped up immediately, and the scarf was absolutely gorgeous. Screen-printed watercolor flowers on silk. And over four hundred dollars. Shit. Four hundred dollars might get Tara off Scottie’s back. At least for a day.

“It’s perfect.” What else could Scottie say? If she was Anisette, she would cherish that Chanel scarf, but she imagined Anisette probably had a collection of Chanel scarves.

“Wonderful!” Christine’s enthusiasm made Scottie smile, even though inside she was still perplexed.

“Mr. Korr would like the scarf delivered as soon as possible. Can you deliver it by lunchtime?”

“Not a problem. I’ll see to it myself.”

Scottie heard clicking on a computer keyboard.

“Is there anything else I can help you with?”

“No. That will be all.” Her mind swam.

“Thank you for calling personal shopper services. If I can assist you in any other way, please let me know. Goodbye, Scottie.”

The dial tone buzzed in Scottie’s ears, and she only had one question. Who the hell was Konrad Korr?

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