Page 62 of Playboy Boss

Chapter Twenty-Two

Your lips are mine. Konrad’s words kept Scottie up all night. Six in the morning came fast, and as lethargic as her body was, her mind soared. She’d never known excitement like this for a man before. She’d never felt the sick, but good sick, feeling in her stomach, never been consumed with fantasies about a man. Konrad was the first.

All her fears were pushed aside. She didn’t care how fast it seemed. These things happened fast sometimes. At least that was what she’d heard before. Her mother once moved a man into their apartment after knowing him just two weeks. Finally, Scottie understood what drove a person to do such things.

She got up from her bed, eyes scanning her all-black outfit for the catering job. With two hundred dollars left over from pawning the brooch, she needed a thousand to get the pin back. This propelled her forward. She felt light on her feet and in her spirit as she flounced around her room, getting her things together. A notification on her cell phone stopped her in her tracks. The text could only be from one person.

Konrad:Schatzi, will I see you today on the yacht?

Me: Yes.

Scottie’s body surged. She couldn’t wait to see him again.

Konrad: Good. I’ll kidnap you for a little while. Maybe no one will notice. Is that okay with you?

Scottie bit her lip. Was this really happening? Was she really doing this? With Konrad? The man she wanted to stay away from? The man she had helped break hearts?

Yes.

Me: I want that.

Another text chimed her phone.

Konrad: Good. I hope you’re ready for me.

She tingled deep within, thinking of all the ways she’d be ready for him.

Tara called Scottie, taking her attention. She walked into the kitchen, taking an apron to the face again. Groaning, Scottie tied it around her waist, and thought of the texts messages with Konrad she’d just had.

“What’s with you?” Tara tilted her head. “You’re actually smiling. It’s weird.”

I should tell her. What was the harm in telling Tara that Konrad was her boss? It seemed crazy not to.

“Umm…” Scottie picked at the screen print of Decadent Chick Catering on the apron. “Okay, so… So, this might be weird…”

“Not weirder than you’re being right now, Scott. What’s going on?”

Dropping her hands to her sides, she began, “So, you know my boss at the temp job?”

“Yeah…”

“It’s one of Fabian’s friends. Konrad Korr. The tall blond.” It sounded like no big deal in Scottie’s head. She hoped that was how Tara took it.

Not likely.

“You’re shitting me.” Tara shook her head in disbelief, her hands coming up to her face. “And you didn’t say anything? Y’all didn’t say anything? Why?”

“I really didn’t think you’d cater for them again. Sorry.” Scottie knew Tara would not be satisfied with her answer.

“Seriously?” Tara gripped the edge of the counter. “Scottie, if this is a weird thing—”

“It’s not!”

Tara studied Scottie’s face. “Fine.” She bent over, closing the cooler lids. “God, just when things were smooth sailing. You better tell me immediately if it gets awkward.”

“It won’t.” Scottie was feeling more confident that day than she had in a while.

When they arrived at the marina in Kemah, Texas, Scottie spotted Fabian waiting for them on the edge of the dock. With him was a captain and another crew member dressed in a uniform of white shorts and a navy polo shirt.

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