Page 49 of Playboy Boss

Chapter Eighteen

Scottie let Konrad kiss her. She wanted it just as much as he did, despite what they’d said. It felt too good to deny him.

His hands explored her back and her ass with the expertise she’d experienced before. Before they could go further down the lust hole, he pushed her away, startling her.

Breathless, he said, “Well, I obviously can’t control myself.”

“Obviously.” Scottie held her breath, her mind reeling.

“I should fire myself.” There was an uncertainly in his voice that she’d never heard before. He seemed completely perplexed, unhinged.

“I agree.” Could they just be normal again? Like they were when she first walked into Korr Properties?

He trailed his fingertips up her arm until he reached her throat, his thumb settling in the dip at her throat. “I don’t know what to do from here.”

Scottie’s heart raced. Oh God. She didn’t know either.

He lifted his head, his gaze meeting hers, his hand dropping. “We are attracted to each other. That’s more than obvious.”

She didn’t say a word. Everything was getting complicated. He was too tender in that moment, and she wanted him to be an asshole. Fire her, maybe. Something to make her not like him, not want him anymore.

“You’re not my type.” Scottie pressed her lips together, though her heart soared at the way his eyes gleamed at her. “I’m not into players.”

“And you shouldn’t be.”

What the hell was this conversation? He should have left her alone. They needed to leave each other alone. End of story.

“Can I buy you dinner?”

Seriously? Had he just asked her on a date?

“Okay,” she said, going against her inner voice. So much for leaving each other alone.

Thirty minutes later, at almost ten at night, they snagged a table at Uchi, a trendy sushi place in lower Montrose. Yet another place she’d never been to. Did he always take his women to posh restaurants? Not that she was his woman. Or his anything.

Scottie was glad she’d worn her best fitted dress to work that day. At least she was dressed for the restaurant.

“Have you been here?” Konrad brushed a rogue wave from her forehead, her whole body tingling at his touch.

She glanced to the side because his action felt too intimate for a public place. She didn’t expect him to touch her at all in front of people. “No, I haven’t.”

“But you like sushi, yeah?”

Nodding, Scottie looked at the approaching hostess who gazed at Konrad. No question the hostess liked what she saw. Every woman in the restaurant did. Konrad was one of those men who made heads turn, made married women question their fidelity.

“This way, Mr. Korr.” His name sounded odd on the hostess’s lips. Insinuating as if she knew him, or knew of him.

They followed her to the corner of the restaurant near the end of the bar. It was the most secluded part of the restaurant. Scottie sat with her back to everyone. Her focus was Konrad.

“It’s quiet back here.” She set down her purse next to her on the wooden bench of the intimate booth for two.

“Like it’s just the two of us in the whole world.” He winked at her.

Her stomach fluttered. Why did he have to torture her? Would she survive this dinner? This whole damn thing?

“We would probably tire of each other if that was true.” She took one of the two menus the hostess had left on the table.

He laughed. “You would probably tire of me first.”

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