Page 33 of Playboy Boss

He had such beautiful lips. She could practically feel them against her mouth.

“What exactly does Schatzi mean?” Her voice was husky.

He didn’t stall like the last time she’d asked him. “It means sweetheart in German.”

She halted her breath until his hand fell from hers. She swallowed. “Oh. That is endearing.”

The silence was thick between them again. She didn’t know what to say, or how to feel. She was grateful he picked up the conversation where they’d left off.

“You know where to get amazing scotch?” he asked.

“Where?”

“Hugo’s.”

“I’ve never been there, but Tara has told me great things about it.” She focused on the do not walk light. “You know, Tara, my roommate, the caterer?”

Why am I talking about this? She wanted him to bring up the kiss again.

“Of course. I remember.” When the light turned, allowing them to walk, he touched her elbow. She was getting used to him touching her, and it was dangerous.

When they arrived at the parking garage elevator, he pulled her to a halt at the entrance. “What floor are you on?”

“You don’t have to walk me all that way to my car.” She didn’t want him to see her car for some reason she couldn’t reconcile. Her car had never been a source of contention for her. It was hers alone, and she was proud of it. But, maybe against Konrad, she felt inadequate. They were from different worlds, though her father’s family was wealthy. In fact, it was the money her grandmother had given her for college that allowed her to buy the used car.

He ran a large hand through his dark-gold hair, and her eyes were steady on his fingers—large, strong fingers. “I’m not going to let you walk to your car alone at this time. So I’ll ask you again. What floor are you on?”

A thick gulp slid down her throat. “T-the eighth.”

He nodded, slipping his hand over her to push a button to summon the elevator. Harder and harder, her heart thumped. Her whole body surged, and she wanted that finger on her. All over her.

The ding of the elevator bell shook her. As the chrome doors slid open, he blocked the track so she could step into the elevator. She didn’t know if it was the scotch or him that made her feel woozy, but as she passed inside, she tripped into him, her face smashing against his hard, solid chest. That man was like a brick wall. And he smelled so good.

He moved his palms down her back to stabilize her, though he’d made her feel more wobbly. When she regained her footing, she peered at him, her gaze catching his parted lips. Oh God… The apex of her thighs pulsed with all the things he could do to her with those lips. And tongue.

“Watch out. It’s a tricky step.” His voice was gruff. She was certain he could read her thoughts.

Scottie inhaled, feeling his hard body against her. Straightening, she removed her hands from him, and he dropped his hands from her. Something was going on. Something that started at the EaDo property and hadn’t let up.

The bell of the elevator sounded. They’d been blocking the doors too long. Securely inside, he leaned over her and pushed the eighth-floor button.

“I’ll tell Susan to give you a VIP parking pass. You’ll park on the first floor going forward.” It was not a question. It was a command.

“You really don’t have to do that.” Her voice was so low and lusty she hardly recognized it.

He waved his hand. “It’s done.”

Both feet on the elevator floor, she knew he would have his way, and she would let him. “Thank you.”

The elevator doors opened again, saving her from his magnetism. From his voice. From his body. She needed to get off that elevator or else she’d explode from the emotions bubbling up inside her. She stepped across onto solid ground, though still feeling unsteady. The air in the garage tickled her nose, reminding her where they were.

His steps sounded behind her, and she indulged in wondering if he watched her walk. Watched her hips sway. Could he see how she wanted him? The notion thrilled her. They approached her car quickly, the sedan parked all by its lonesome, popping into plain view at the far end of the empty parking level.

One. Two. Three. She counted to calm herself and fetched her keys. She unlocked the driver’s side door and turned to face him. “Thank you for walking me.”

In the dim parking garage, his eyes gleamed at her. What was he thinking? The same thing as she had been? He leaned in close, not even three inches from her. She froze. The prospect of him kissing her was real. She braced herself, her whole body sparking with electricity, ready for his lips to take hers again. Please kiss me.

He didn’t kiss her. Reaching over her, he pulled up the door handle and opened the door. “You’re welcome.” His voice was gentle, like it had been at the EaDo property.

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