Page 90 of Playboy Boss

“I was being an idiot. It was my idea, not his. Don’t blame Konrad. He didn’t want to do it.” Dallas shoved the salmon puff in his mouth.

Breathing in deep, Scottie found her words. “You can’t make Konrad do anything.”

Dallas gave her a pitiful look, though that could have been her imagination. “No, I can’t make him do anything. But you can.”

He left her standing there, hanging on to the tray with white-knuckled force. What the hell did that mean? No, she couldn’t make Konrad do anything. She was stunned and completely paralyzed. Was she wrong about this?

No, she couldn’t be. The list. She’d have to remember the list. It was proof he would not give up anything for her, even after she’d given him every part of her—her loyalty, her vulnerability, her trust. She’d given him everything, despite the fear she had about falling. And he had given her nothing.

“Scottine.” The voice was low and deep. And accented. She knew exactly who was attached to that voice.

Don’t turn around. Don’t ruin Tara’s chance to ever get another catering job.

If she turned and faced him, it would be over. All that was inside her would rush out, and she wouldn’t be able to stop it.

“Scottie, can you look at me?”

Her intention was to walk away, but she couldn’t. Just being near him made her stay. “No.”

“Can we please talk?”

“No.” She choked on that one word. That one tiny word that meant so much. It was so final. It hurt too much to say anything else, especially when she kept envisioning the list that embodied who Konrad was. Hot Yoga Instructor at gym. H Bar Bartendress. She grew angry. Fuming.

“There you are, guapo!” The other accented voice Scottie knew came from behind her. Number five on his list.

How could he parade his list in front of her? Scottie felt sick.

“Oh, hey.” Konrad greeted Pilar with all the politeness that Scottie knew he had. He was too fucking polite. And when the smack of lips sounded in Scottie’s ear, she wanted to die.

This was too much.

She spun on her black Converse, shoving the tray into Konrad’s chest. “Salmon puff?”

Pilar’s eyes grew wide. “Oh, mierda.”

“You might want to wipe that lipstick off your face,” Scottie barked, feeling completely insane and much too self-aware.

Enough.

Scottie released the tray, letting it drop to the tiled floor. Storming away, she ignored his calls to her. Ignored that the only thing she wanted to do was go to him.

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