Page 50 of Playboy Boss

She gazed at his beautiful face. Impossible. “Probably.”

Another laugh fell from his lips, the lips she couldn’t stop looking at. The ones that kissed her in a way that no one else had. He looked up from the menu to meet her eyes. “You wouldn’t be the first.”

Scottie hated that statement. No, she wasn’t his first anything. She understood what he was. “Do you pick women who would tire of you?”

He leaned back. “What kind of question is that?”

Scottie shrugged. “I’m curious.”

“Didn’t curiosity kill that cat?” A smirk lifted the side of his mouth. Clearly, he didn’t want to have a serious conversation, not about his choice in women at least.

Maybe that was for the best. She didn’t really want to know about him and other women. She’d had her fill of it already.

She shook her head, not knowing where to go from there. Distracting herself from the issue of their attraction to each other, she scanned the menu, deciding on a sake cocktail. Alcohol might not be a good idea, but she needed some kind of liquid courage to continue in the casual way he insisted upon. She could not be casual, and she worried what that would mean for her gainful temporary employment. But even more, what would it mean for her heart?

“Scottie,” he said, his deep voice thrumming through her ears. Her gaze zeroed in on his partially opened mouth. Though the act was quick, Scottie imagined he swiped his tongue along his bottom lip in slow motion. He continued to speak. “I like you.”

“Oh…”

“I’ve never done this with an employee.”

“I’m not your employee.” She said it to remind herself, but what difference would that make?

“Fine. With someone who works with me.”

She averted her eyes to the menu again. Why did he have to look at her like that? Like he was being honest, and not running a line.

“Scottie?”

She met his gaze.

“I want you to know that. You are the only one.” Blue eyes glittered from the candlelight flickering in the center of the table.

The waitress interrupted them at the perfect time. Scottie was at a loss for words. Konrad had been too gentle. Her feelings mattered to him. She could see it plain as day.

But then what? How would they stop the attraction between them? Because it was there more than before. She felt it in her bones, like a vibration inside her.

“Have you decided on a cocktail? Maybe a glass of sake or wine?” The waitress kept a steady gaze on Konrad.

Does she know him?

Konrad looked at Scottie, moving his hand across the table to touch hers. “Would you like to get a bottle of sake?”

Warmth of his touch spread through her fingers. “Uh … sure. Okay.”

He smiled, his gaze moving back to the waitress, who frowned then. “We’ll take the premium Ginjo sake. Chilled.”

“Of course.” The waitress turned away, her topknot swaying with her sharp departure.

Konrad watched the waitress leave, his gaze on her back. Not gawking or obscene.

“She likes you.” Scottie pulled his eyes to her.

Chuckling, he said, “I’m sure she likes everyone in her table section.”

“She must really like this table.”

Konrad looked her square in the eyes. “You’re jealous.”

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