deep breath and told him how much she wanted Dietrich, and about the
intense connection she felt toward both men. Austin didn’t say anything for
several long seconds after she told him everything, and her nerves grew higher
and wound tighter.
“I
know, Austin. It’s crazy and ridiculous. Obviously nothing could ever happen,
but I’ve never felt this way about another man, and certainly didn’t get all
hot and bothered watching him interact with Stellan.”
“So
let me get this straight.” There was what almost sounded like awe in Austin’s
voice. “You’re staying alone in Dietrich Moore’s beachfront villa?”
“Yeah,
but—”
“And
this gorgeous billionaire man, who is your boss for two more weeks, swings both
ways?”
She
knew he liked woman from all of the pictures of him plastered over the
internet. Apparently before he started anything with Stellan he had been in a
pretty serious relationship with a female model. “Well, yeah, clearly from what
I have been seeing.” Saying that had the images of the two men kissing, and
doing far more other erotic things playing through her mind.
“Damn,
girl. I’d be all over that like white on rice.”
Leave
it to Austin to make it sound okay to want the things that were completely
unrealistic. “It doesn’t matter, Austin. I’m working for his company, for him directly. Besides, it’s abundantly
clear that they’re pretty involved. From what I’ve read about the two, and what
I’ve seen, they clearly have a history.”
After
talking about it or a few more minutes, and trying to steer the conversation to
more neutral territory, Blythe finally got off the phone with him. The
conversation had excited him a bit more than she liked, but then again Austin
was all about the gossip. After checking herself in the mirror once more Blythe
grabbed her clutch and headed downstairs. The stilettos were a bitch to walk
in, but she couldn’t look good without a little pain, at least that was what
she’d heard constantly while dancing. Deep male voices become more pronounced
when she reached the landing. She followed the baritone sounds into the living
room and halted. Dietrich and Stellan had their backs to her. They stood on the
veranda and stared out at the ocean. The French doors were open, and the sound
of the crashing waves held a hypnotic quality. Their voices were clear, but
with the noise from the ocean she couldn’t quite hear what they said. As if they
sensed her presence both men turned around at the same time. Each held a short,
square-cut glass in hand. Stellan tilted his head for her to come forward, and
she did. It was as if her feet had a mind of their own as she kept moving until she , too, was on the veranda and standing in front of
them.
Stellan’s
voice was deep and alluring as he said, “You look stunning, Blythe.” The way
his eyes traveled up and down her body had heat rising up her neck and to her
face. Thank goodness for the cloak of darkness to hide her embarrassment, but
the way both men smirked led her to believe they had seen her reaction
nonetheless.
“Thank
you.” She dropped her head but lifted just her eyes to look at them again. The suits
they wore fit them to perfection, as if they had been tailor-made just for
them. Wide shoulders and broad chests filled out the black and white material
like no one’s business. Even though she was several feet away, their bodies and
height were intimidating. With her being five-foot-three Blythe only came up to
the center of their chests. Even with her three inch heels on, she still didn’t
reach their chins. She felt wholly feminine around these two men, like a
fragile piece of china against their impossibly hard granite.
“Yes,
you look gorgeous, Miss Winters.” Dietrich set his glass on the patio table
beside him and crooked his finger at her. With her heart pounding hard, she
moved the last few feet it took to reach them. Standing so close to him had the
scent of their combined
intense connection she felt toward both men. Austin didn’t say anything for
several long seconds after she told him everything, and her nerves grew higher
and wound tighter.
“I
know, Austin. It’s crazy and ridiculous. Obviously nothing could ever happen,
but I’ve never felt this way about another man, and certainly didn’t get all
hot and bothered watching him interact with Stellan.”
“So
let me get this straight.” There was what almost sounded like awe in Austin’s
voice. “You’re staying alone in Dietrich Moore’s beachfront villa?”
“Yeah,
but—”
“And
this gorgeous billionaire man, who is your boss for two more weeks, swings both
ways?”
She
knew he liked woman from all of the pictures of him plastered over the
internet. Apparently before he started anything with Stellan he had been in a
pretty serious relationship with a female model. “Well, yeah, clearly from what
I have been seeing.” Saying that had the images of the two men kissing, and
doing far more other erotic things playing through her mind.
“Damn,
girl. I’d be all over that like white on rice.”
Leave
it to Austin to make it sound okay to want the things that were completely
unrealistic. “It doesn’t matter, Austin. I’m working for his company, for him directly. Besides, it’s abundantly
clear that they’re pretty involved. From what I’ve read about the two, and what
I’ve seen, they clearly have a history.”
After
talking about it or a few more minutes, and trying to steer the conversation to
more neutral territory, Blythe finally got off the phone with him. The
conversation had excited him a bit more than she liked, but then again Austin
was all about the gossip. After checking herself in the mirror once more Blythe
grabbed her clutch and headed downstairs. The stilettos were a bitch to walk
in, but she couldn’t look good without a little pain, at least that was what
she’d heard constantly while dancing. Deep male voices become more pronounced
when she reached the landing. She followed the baritone sounds into the living
room and halted. Dietrich and Stellan had their backs to her. They stood on the
veranda and stared out at the ocean. The French doors were open, and the sound
of the crashing waves held a hypnotic quality. Their voices were clear, but
with the noise from the ocean she couldn’t quite hear what they said. As if they
sensed her presence both men turned around at the same time. Each held a short,
square-cut glass in hand. Stellan tilted his head for her to come forward, and
she did. It was as if her feet had a mind of their own as she kept moving until she , too, was on the veranda and standing in front of
them.
Stellan’s
voice was deep and alluring as he said, “You look stunning, Blythe.” The way
his eyes traveled up and down her body had heat rising up her neck and to her
face. Thank goodness for the cloak of darkness to hide her embarrassment, but
the way both men smirked led her to believe they had seen her reaction
nonetheless.
“Thank
you.” She dropped her head but lifted just her eyes to look at them again. The suits
they wore fit them to perfection, as if they had been tailor-made just for
them. Wide shoulders and broad chests filled out the black and white material
like no one’s business. Even though she was several feet away, their bodies and
height were intimidating. With her being five-foot-three Blythe only came up to
the center of their chests. Even with her three inch heels on, she still didn’t
reach their chins. She felt wholly feminine around these two men, like a
fragile piece of china against their impossibly hard granite.
“Yes,
you look gorgeous, Miss Winters.” Dietrich set his glass on the patio table
beside him and crooked his finger at her. With her heart pounding hard, she
moved the last few feet it took to reach them. Standing so close to him had the
scent of their combined
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