Playboy Boss (Society Playboys Book 2)

by Roe Valentine

  Scottie stilled. Didn’t move a muscle. Didn’t make a sound. Didn’t breathe. Faster, his tongue moved over her, feeling the hard intensity of her impending orgasm.

  “Come on, Scottine,” he murmured, his mouth back to the task.

  One more flick, and she let herself go. Releasing his hair, she grabbed a pillow and pulled it over her face. Her attempt at discretion didn’t stop his tongue. He continued until she pushed his head away.

  “No more,” she panted, staring down at him from under the pillow.

  “Oh, there will be more. I promise you that.”

  Tossing the pillow from her face, he kissed her with a savage appetite that wasn’t nearly quelled. Tasting her had made his erection harder than it was before. He sprung off the bed, finding his shorts on the floor. Rummaging through his wallet, he pulled out a condom. He’d come prepared.

  Scottie was on her haunches, passion darkening her eyes. She reached for the packet. “Let me.”

  She sheathed him quickly and was on her back again. Between her legs, Konrad entered her rough and fast. He groaned with the resistance around him. Hot waves moved through him, making him feel alive. Closing his eyes, he buried himself deep inside her until their stomachs touched. Scottie cried out, biting his shoulder.

  “You feel tremendous,” he said, choking on his words. He’d never felt so uninhibited or free.

  He moved inside her, slow at first, then faster. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him as close to her as he could. There was such comfort there against her skin. And ease. He wasn’t thinking of work or getting back to his mates. Those were the last things on his mind.

  Her breath hitched, and he knew she was getting close again. A smile pulled at his lips. Yes, he could pleasure her like this all day. Of that, he was positive. Sensing her need for him to quicken his pace, he did.

  “Oh, God, Konrad,” she said through rapid breaths and groans. “I’m close again.”

  “Good,” he growled against her forehead, kissing her smooth skin.

  Not even a second later, she came undone, and he reveled in her sounds. In her body wrapping itself around him. In the thought that he could take her to pleasure so easily and intended to do it every chance he got.

  It wasn’t long until his pending orgasm ripped through him, and he was tensing his muscles, pacing himself until a mass of explosions whipped through him. “Fuck…”

  A sense of calm took him. He’d never been so satisfied.

  He gathered she hadn’t either by the way she lay there, holding him in her steady arms, and by the way she pressed little kisses against his shoulder.

  Bending, he kissed her with appreciation. It was passionate. It was the most intense kiss he’d ever shared with someone.

  During the kiss, he knew he wanted to get used to it. He wanted to memorize how she moved against him. How she tasted. How she danced in rhythm with him. And more than that, he didn’t want to mess up with her.

  They parted, and she said, “I think I’ve been gone too long.”

  As much as he hated to let her go, he knew she was right. “I need you for hours.”

  “Hours?” She grinned with the prospect.

  “A whole weekend, actually.” He dipped his head and kissed her again. He rubbed the length of her thigh. “I want you to stay with me tonight.”

  “What about work on Monday?”

  “We’ll drive in together.” As soon as he said it, he knew he was being too careless. He didn’t want his employees to get the wrong idea if they saw them driving in together. What would that do for Scottie’s reputation? No, he couldn’t risk it. Not while she was still his temp. “Or you can drive from my house if you want. But you’re staying over.”

  She was pensive, looking past him. “Okay. I want to.”

  “Good.” For the first time, he believed he could actually do the relationship thing. And though it scared the shit out of him, he didn’t want to run away.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Midnight came. Curled up in Konrad’s arms, Scottie didn’t expect to feel so comfortable. They were completely different people than they were a week ago.

  He stroked her shoulder, eliciting a steady stream of sensations running along her spine.

  “Why are you catering?” A smile curled his lips. “You are quite bad at it.”

  She smacked his arm. “I am not!”

  He leaned down to kiss her.

  When it was over, she was in such a pure place of emotions, she couldn’t lie. “I know. I’m the worst.”

  He brushed his fingers through her tangled hair. “So, why are you then?”

  Scottie grew silent, though the urge to tell him bubbled inside her. If anyone had purchased her grandmother’s brooch before she could, she’d be devastated. “Just to help out Tara.”

  A pause drew out between her words and his. “You’re not a good liar, Schatzi.”

  Not at all. And especially not then. She didn’t respond.

  “Scottie?”

  Obviously, he was concerned, and she hated holding it in. If she told him about her grandmother’s pin, she’d have to admit that she was not like any women he’d ever been with. And she wondered why she cared so much about their very different financial situations.

  She met his gaze. “I sold something to Space City Pawn, and I’m just trying to get it back.” Simple enough, though the feelings that tore through her were complicated.

  He narrowed his gaze. “Is the agency not paying you enough of the hourly rate we are paying them?”

  Her rate was average for a person just out of college with her experience, which was basically none. However, the question caught her off guard. She didn’t know how to respond.

  “You should work for Korr Properties permanently.” It was a demand, albeit a light demand.

  She sat up, holding the sheet close to her chest. “You can’t hire me.” She felt frantic and totally neurotic about her reaction.

  He sat up as well. “Why not?”

  It all was so easy to him. He could make a decision, and then it would happen. She didn’t have that luxury. “Because the agency won’t let me work for you permanently without a huge fee.”

  His eyebrows lifted. “And…?”

  No, she couldn’t work for Konrad permanently. That wouldn’t solve her problems. It might make them worse, considering she didn’t know what being in his bed meant to him. Or her.

  “No.” She shook her head. “No. That’s not a good idea.”

  Silence fell between them again. Could he really think it was an option? After everything that had happened? After everything yet to happen?

  Scottie lay back on the bed. Konrad followed suit. The conversation wasn’t over though.

  “What did you sell?”

  She closed her eyes. I don’t want to talk about this. “My grandmother’s brooch.”

  “The one you wore with the red dress?”

  She smiled, but it faded. “Yes.”

  Konrad wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into him. It all felt like a dream. “Are you having money problems?”

  He asked it as if he already knew the answer. The heat of embarrassment made her kick her leg from under the sheets.

  “It’s more of a shortage, but I’m fine now.” Lie. The truth was harder to say.

  “If you’re fine, why are you catering? I know it’s not really just to help Tara.”

  “As soon as I make enough, I’ll buy back the brooch and quit moonlighting. Or daylighting.” An awkward, forced laugh came out of her. Who the hell was she? What was she trying to prove?

  His lips grazed her shoulder, stirring her desire for him again. Scottie wanted to focus on their desire and not how much she struggled financially.

  Against her skin, he said, “Let me buy back the brooch for you.”

  Every muscle froze, except her heart. It beat three-fold. This seemed too familiar. Quickly, she turned to face him with a rising anger that she didn’t know was there waiting
under the surface. “No.”

  “Why?” He seemed amused at her reaction, and it pissed her off.

  “Because this is my problem. I need to take responsibility.” Honesty felt great. But there was more she needed to say.

  His eyes were intense on her, but she wasn’t going to back down from his request. “How much?”

  “Stop, Konrad. I’m not Anisette or Tamsin. Or Pil—”

  “No, you stop, Scottie.” He furrowed his brow, his own anger coming forth—as it should. She’d dealt an unfair blow that he didn’t deserve.

  Panic seized her at the look in his eyes. He might walk away. “Why would you want to buy it back for me anyway?”

  Konrad sat up, swinging his legs off the bed. Not looking back at her, he said, “Because I can.”

  Of course. He could do anything he wanted. Have anything he wanted.

  “Well, I can’t allow it,” she said. She sat up too, her emotions roiling about. “I mean, what are we to each other anyway?” And there it was, the real question that spurred all the frustration inside her. Why did she need something definitive from him? Why couldn’t she just do as she’d said and enjoy what unfolded with him?

  He sighed, his head falling back for a moment. “The fact that you’re here in my bed should say what we are.”

  But she didn’t know what that meant. How many women did he have in his bed before her? She was inconveniently reminded of who he was: a player. But things were different now, and she might be pushing him too far. This situation was new to her. She didn’t know how to be with someone, didn’t know how to make someone want to stay.

  “I’ve never had any other woman in my bed before. But I want you in my bed. I like you, Scottie. I want to see where this goes.”

  Her heart slowed, his words rolling in her mind. Truth was, she believed him. She didn’t feel like just another on his list. And she was completely screwing it up.

  “I’m sorry.” She crawled across the big bed, embracing him from behind. “I feel like I’m in a whirlwind.”

  “Me too, Schatzi.”

  She kissed his shoulders, the back of his neck, and ran her palms down his biceps.

  “I’m bad at this.” Her heart throbbed. God, she was so bad, so inexperienced. Her dad should have stuck around, taught her how to relate to men. Clearly, her mother had been a terrible teacher and example.

  “You’re not the only one.” His voice was low. And sad.

  He maneuvered her until he was on his back and she straddled him. With his guidance, he was inside her again and she rode him slowly unto the early hours of Monday morning.

  ****

  At seven in the morning, Scottie woke to Konrad singing in the shower. In German. With a laugh on her kiss-swollen lips, she tossed back sheets and slipped off the bed that had been their haven. And though she’d had little to no sleep, she felt more refreshed than she ever had.

  She padded across the still-dark master bedroom and into the attached bathroom. The size of the room captivated her again, though she’d been in it several times throughout the night. Her whole duplex could fit inside Konrad’s master suite. Bare feet to moist tiles, she waded through the stream-filled room.

  Konrad’s voice grew louder and sharper with each German word, and she couldn’t help but giggle at his voracity for the lyrics he belted out.

  The singing stopped. “Scottine?”

  Still giggling, she could hardly get the question out. God, she’d never felt so happy. “How did you know?”

  “I know everything, Schatzi,” he said with a laugh.

  She opened the fogged glass door of the shower stall, complete with a built-in stone bench and eight shower heads. Her gaze moved to a screen mounted on the wall, water droplets gliding down it. Not many, though. It displayed the penthouse floor plan. “I see that!”

  “Sharp, right?” He waggled his eyebrows. “No one’s catching me with my trousers down!”

  She laughed again. “I guess not.”

  His beautifully naked body gleamed with water caressing his skin. Shampoo suds fluttered off his hair like snow. “Join me, yes?”

  The apex of her thighs throbbed in remembrance of all the positions he’d had her in. And hell yes, she wanted to be in more of them in that very obscene and spacious shower. “God, I want to.”

  His eyes lit up. “Come on, then.”

  Scottie bit her lip, looking at his thick, muscular body waiting for her to touch. “I have to go back home to get ready for the office.”

  He frowned, hands back in his hair to corral the shampoo that had drifted down his forehead. “I told you to bring an overnight bag. Didn’t I?”

  “I know.” Her gaze fell over his erection that had softened a bit but was still impressive. She swallowed heavily. At first, she wasn’t sure what to expect. There was still a part of her that questioned all of this being real. She’d been waiting for the other shoe to drop. “Next time.”

  “Tonight.” It was a command. One that she’d obey.

  “Yes, Lord Korr.” She giggled.

  He went to her, his wet, soapy body soaking her as his lips came down on hers, his tongue slipping in her willing mouth.

  “I’ll see you at the office.” It took every bit of her energy to separate from him.

  ****

  Back at her duplex, Tara sat in the living room sipping from a coffee cup. She thumbed through a planner, randomly jotting notes every few seconds.

  Scottie’s stomach rippled with anxiety. She’d never spent a night away from home. Tara would question her, and Scottie didn’t know what to say. Slowly, as if she might have a chance to go unnoticed, Scottie put one foot into the tiny hall leading to the bedrooms.

  “You were at Konrad’s, weren’t you?”

  Scottie stopped, knowing she’d never really had a chance in hell of succeeding.

  Time to face the music. She had to come clean about everything. It was the only way, but she still wasn’t sure if she could. If she did, then it really would be real, and she would be doing the thing she swore she wouldn’t do: want to be with a playboy.

  Scottie slung her purse on the back of the couch. “What do you mean?”

  Tara’s eyebrows lifted. She didn’t seem impressed. In fact, she looked downright pissed. Offended too. “Scottie, don’t bullshit me.”

  Scottie wished she would have taken an overnight bag, wished her damn insecurity hadn’t gotten the best of her. “I wouldn’t bullshit you.” What was so wrong in her decision to be with a man? Was she afraid, in being with Konrad, she’d be just like her mom? Oh God. Maybe… But, she knew it wasn’t true. She was not her mom. And Konrad was not her father.

  Tara closed her datebook. With eyes steady and infiltrating, she stared at Scottie, probably reading her thoughts, as she did so many times. “Please don’t lie to me.”

  “I’m not lying.” Just say the words. Scottie looked away. Konrad was right. She was a horrible liar.

  “I saw you two on the yacht. You came out of one of the cabins together.” Tara forced Scottie to look at her, and shook her head disapprovingly. “You and your boss. Tell me I’m wrong.”

  Scottie’s silence said it all.

  “God, Scottie.” Tara let out an exasperated sigh. “What are you doing?”

  Anger filled Scottie, but she repressed it. “We like each other.”

  Tara snorted. “He’s your boss.”

  Scottie hated when she got all self-righteous. “Yeah, I know that, Tara. Thanks for reminding me.” She wanted to get out from under Tara’s judgmental eyes. Why couldn’t Tara support her? Encourage her?

  Tara’s face softened, her pursed lips replaced by a slight curve. “Scottie, you can’t be involved with him.”

  Scottie crossed her arms over her chest. Finally, after all the nagging she’d received about staying away from men, she’d found the nagging continued because it wasn’t the right man in Tara’s eyes. This was Scottie’s decision. She refused to feel bad about it, despite what Tara or
anyone else would think. “And why not?”

  “You work for him.”

  “Is this really about you? About you worried I might have screwed up any chances you have to get jobs with Konrad’s friends?” Scottie had had it with Tara’s judgment.

  Tara shook her head, more determined than ever. “I looked him up online.”

  “So?” Scottie dropped her hands. The conversation was over as far as she was concerned.

  “He has a lot of women. A lot.” Tara added quickly, “You won’t be the only one, and I’m afraid you’re going to be hurt. Really hurt.”

  “Maybe I’m not afraid.” Scottie’s hands were shaking. “Maybe I want to see where it goes with him.”

  “It’s not going to go anywhere.” Tara wasn’t backing down. Or stopping. “Do you want to see the pictures I found? He’s bedded half of River Oaks, and he hasn’t even been in Houston for a year yet!”

  Scottie lifted her hand. “Stop.”

  “Scott—”

  “Why don’t you worry about your relationship and let me figure out mine.” Scottie turned, dueling emotions of anger and grief bringing tears to her eyes. Tara didn’t know Konrad. No one did. Scottie saw a glimpse of the real him, and she wasn’t going to give it up.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Konrad walked into the office at eight in the morning with a spring in his step. Everything he felt that morning, he’d attributed it to Scottie. The idea of having her in his bed again that night excited him more than he could have anticipated. It felt great. He was on top of the world. What had he really been afraid of all these years? His parents’ mistakes weren’t his, and he wouldn’t allow them to form his future anymore.

  “Good morning, Konrad.” The voice came from behind him just as he passed the reception desk.

  Konrad turned. Marisol, his regular assistant who was on maternity leave, stood there with a stroller, the one he’d bought for her. She beamed at him so brightly, he couldn’t contain his own smile. “Marisol, love!”

  “Hi there.”