Page 5 of Playboy Boss

Chapter Two

Not one, but two women? Who the hell did this guy think he was? Don Juan? Okay. Scottie had to give it to him. He was way above average in the looks department. And body department. In fact, he might have been the best-looking man she’d ever seen in person. But what irked her was he just knew it. He flaunted it as if there was nothing else to him. Or maybe she was being down on him because she couldn’t stand good-looking, rich men like her absent father, which wasn’t really fair. In her eyes, hot, rich guys could always get anything they wanted, and it didn’t matter who they might hurt in the process. Well, it was a good thing he didn’t want her because he’d be in for a rude awakening.

She stood from the chair, his smirky lips still annoying the crap out of her.God, this guy really thinks he’s the shit. If only she could stop looking at his lips, jaw, and broad shoulders. Maybe she shouldn’t have stood yet.

“I’m not done, Scottine.”

She sat. Did he have to say her name like that with that hot British accent of his? Was it British? She wasn’t sure. She grumbled, “Sorry.”

“Send a dozen red roses to Tamsin White. Her office address is in my contacts. The note shall say, ‘Tamsin, please forgive me. I won’t make the reservation tonight. Let’s reconnect during the holidays when work slows down. All my best, Konrad.’”

Scottie wrote quickly, scoffing with each word. This was a kiss-off note, probably the nicest kiss-off she’d ever heard. After she’d written down the details, she looked back up at him, catching his amused gaze on her.

Maybe it was the sun that beamed rays through the floor-to-ceiling window, but he somehow managed to get even better-looking than before. How was that even possible? His crystalline blue eyes stared at her with an intensity that made her want to look away. She refused, feeling the need to relent in her stomach. He would not scare her. He would not bully her with his handsome ways.

“Ready for more?” His question was as insinuating as the other one.

“Umm … yes.” Her throat went dry, to her dismay. Damn. She averted her gaze back to the safety of her notebook.

“Send a dozen white roses to Antonia Robuchon, to her home address, which is also in my contacts. The note shall say, ‘Looking forward to dinner tonight.’”

Scottie’s eyes snapped up to him. Anger bubbled inside her. How could she participate in this? His very blatant lies. Clearly, he was playing both of these women. Antonia apparently won the prize. Did she know what prize she won? Scottie pitied the women.

“Problem?” He didn’t seem affected in the least.

Are you an idiot? Of course she had a problem. What woman wouldn’t? Or ethical person, for that matter. But she’d have to pipe down. This was not her problem. Leaving this job because of her moral dilemma would be a problem for her. Rent wouldn’t be paid. She’d have to suck it up.

Back to her notepad. “No problem.”

“Make sure the flowers are delivered before the end of the day. Okay, Scottine?” He turned to face his computer before she could answer him.

What a pompous jerk. She stood up in relief and with an urgency to get out of his office. “Yes, sir.”

He waved her off without so much as looking at her, his attention on his computer screen.

“One more thing,” Scottie said just before she reached the door. He looked up, surprise on his face by her brazen tone. “I go by Scottie, not Scottine.”

His lips curled up to smirk at her again. “And I go by Konrad, not sir.”

Her eyes zeroed in on his lips, which were parted and seductive like he kissed on a regular basis. She turned from him before her face betrayed her bold thought and escaped his office, her heart beating wildly.

By the time she got to her cube, seconds later, she was completely unsettled. Off balance. For her first job out of college, this was not what she expected. For some reason, she imagined her first job would be making coffee for some old guy. Collecting his mail and teaching him how to use the Internet. Maybe that was a bit unfair and dramatic—exactly how she’d been feeling lately. Truth was, Konrad might be too good-looking to work for. And when she’d been in his office, underneath the annoyance she’d felt toward him, she was intrigued.

Just focus on the work. Scottie had to remind herself and get Konrad and his smirking lips out of her mind. She did as she was told and found the women who would receive Konrad’s flowers, all the while sighing at her part in his player’s game. Because, clearly, he was a player.

She hated players with every fiber of her being. It made her think of her father. Her mother was indeed a cautionary tale that Scottie remembered every time she got close to a guy. That was why she never got close to a guy.

Scottie better just send the damn flowers and let it go.

Thirty minutes later, the flowers had been ordered. She glanced at the clock. Close to lunch. She was lucky she had some cash for a sandwich at the lunch kiosk she saw when she’d first entered the Korr Corp building. As she ran through her options, the sharp shriek of the phone startled her. Panicking, she stared at the phone. This being her first job, she’d never used a multi-line office phone before. It was terrifying. Like something out of the NASA command center.

She lifted the receiver, hoping the caller hadn’t hung up. Stumbling over her words, she answered, “Mr. Korr’s office. How may I help you?”

“It’s Tamsin. Put me through to him.” The voice was sharp and not in the playing mood. Scottie suspected the caller Tamsin and the Tamsin White she’d just sent flowers to were one and the same.

Scottie hesitated, glancing to his office across the aisle. She could see him through the glass wall typing on his keyboard. “Umm…”

“Are you daft? Patch me through.” The British accent came through strong with her angry question.

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