Page 73 of Playboy Boss

Marisol caught Konrad’s eyes for a second before turning her attention to Scottie. “It’s all good. Mess away.”

“Cute baby.” Scottie grinned down at his little chubby face as he stirred.

“Thank you.”

“Well, walk around. Show off that fine boy of yours. I’ve got to get to it.” Konrad walked toward the desk to retrieve his briefcase.

“I’ll drop by your office before I leave,” Marisol called to him.

“Sounds good. Scottie, I need you in my office.” Konrad didn’t look back at the women. He could only guess what they were thinking. Yes, Scottie had him very much wrapped around her finger.

“Of course,” Scottie said, walking closely behind him.

In his office, he put his briefcase on his desk. “Close the door.” He listened until the door clicked shut. Without looking at her, he said, “How am I supposed to work when your ass looks quite tasty in that white dress?”

“Umm…” Luscious lips curled up, making him instantly hard.

“I’m going to ruin that dress. I hope you realize that.”

“Konrad…” She was breathless.

He looked up, meeting her languid gaze. “Are you wearing panties?”

She bit her lip. He grew harder still, like a schoolboy. Scottie made him feel young again, like he could start over.

Just as she was about to respond, the intercom buzzed. “Konrad?”

Scottie pressed her lips together. He held up his hand when she attempted to leave his office. “Yes, Susan?”

“You have a visitor. Pilar de los Santos.”

Scottie’s eyes darkened, and her whole face stiffened.

Bloody hell. What an inopportune moment. Not that he didn’t want to see Pilar. He did. They were friends. But why was she there?

“Send her back.” He disconnected the line.

“Pilar?” Scottie said, repeating the name.

Konrad realized how bad it looked. Women dropping by his office. Scottie had already seen it from day one working for him. He’d felt like such an ass for making her buy gifts for them. By the look on her face, she clearly could not forget it.

“I’m not sure what she wants,” he said sheepishly.

“I should go work on the presentation for the EaDo property meeting.” She pivoted, but he stopped her.

“No. Stay.” Her eyebrows raised. He needed to prove to her he was not the same man. Even if he’d only changed just a little, it was enough. “Come here.”

She glanced behind her. “Where?”

“Here.” He pointed to himself.

“Someone will see.”

“Not if you’re quick.” The challenge made his heart race, because they could easily be seen. Glass walls. Glass door. They were on display like china. And Scottie looked just as fragile.

She glanced behind her again, walking toward him, slow at first, then faster. Her eyes growing wide and her mouth slightly parting, she seemed unsure of herself. So was he. But he knew one thing. He was going to kiss her. Nothing could stop him, not even the prospect of getting caught.

“Yes,” she whispered between heavy breaths.

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