Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 39930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
He pulled up to the entrance of Blanco, an exquisite little Portuguese restaurant with the poetically titled entrées. He led Blythe inside, and they were immediately seated in the far back. It was a table that was always on hold for him. One that gave privacy and a warm, intimate atmosphere.
His phone buzzed, and he pulled it out to see a text from Stellan informing him he would be there momentarily. The waiter arrived, and after he ordered a Shiraz and their glasses were filled after his approval, silence descended.
“So, how do you like Portugal so far?” He brought his glass to his mouth and took a sip while he watched her.
“It’s so beautiful. I’ve never been anywhere like it, and your home,” she placed a hand on her chest and breathed out, “it’s stunning. I still can’t believe I’m lucky enough to have gotten this job.” She quickly picked up her wine glass and took a long drink. Dietrich couldn’t help but smile at her clear nervousness.
“Blythe, please relax. We are going to be working very closely together for several weeks. Your unease is unnecessary.” Well, to an extent. If she only knew the things he and Stellan wanted to do to her, she would probably run in the other direction. Of course, she could run, but he wasn’t going to let her get very far.
Chapter Eight
Blythe shouldn’t have gulped down the wine so quickly, especially when she started choking and it spilled down her chin. If she could have wished for one thing at that moment, it would have been for the ground to open up and swallow her.
Fortunately, Dietrich hadn’t seen her sputter. His focus was on the man walking toward them. Although, calling the exquisite piece of male specimen that came right at them just a man was almost an insult. His dark hair was stylishly done, but she could see a slight wave to it. The dark slacks and baby blue button-down shirt he wore brought out the azure color of his eyes.
The clothes also didn’t detract from the fact the man was a beast. She knew him right away, of course, not only from the pictures she had seen of him and Dietrich on the internet, but of photos from his days playing as a quarterback for the New York Titans.
Dietrich stood, and she followed suit. Stellan Alfonso was over six feet of hard male muscles, his body rivaling Dietrich’s in masculinity.
When the two men were a foot apart, it seemed like everything else faded away with the next course of events. Dietrich gripped the back of Stellan’s neck in a possessive manner and brought the other man’s face close enough that the two had to be breathing in the same air.
Mouth gone dry and heart rate kicking into overdrive were the immediate reactions Blythe had when Dietrich claimed Stellan’s mouth in a hot, deep kiss. Blood rushed through her veins, and her pulse beat frantically in her ears.
Their kiss seemed to last an eternity, and when they finally pulled apart, the noise in the room returned to her. She quickly glanced around, but no one paid them any heed.
“You must be the lovely Blythe Winters.” Stellan stepped forward and took her hand in his. She was frozen to the spot, still reeling from what she just saw.
It wasn’t like she had never seen two men kiss. Hell, Austin was always making out with his current conquest whenever she showed up at his place. What surprised Blythe and had her rooted to the spot was the two incredibly masculine men, one being her boss and the other clearly his lover, embracing each other without a care what anyone else thought.
Even Austin seemed hesitant to show his sexuality outside of the safety of his home. When one of Stellan’s dark eyebrows rose, she realized she hadn’t answered his question.
Licking her lips had Stellan dipping his eyes down to watch the act. “I am.”
Those two words seemed so intimate and breathy as they came from her. Maybe it was just that her entire body was on fire with arousal as she watched these two beautiful men touch each other?
She felt her hard nipples poke through the material of her dress and the fabric of her panties become soaked. She had never gotten aroused from watching Austin with another man, but her reaction to Dietrich and Stellan was instantaneous.
He lifted his light blue eyes to her, and without breaking eye contact, he spoke to Dietrich in smooth Portuguese. His father had been from Portugal and had run a multi-million-dollar corporation.
Since his passing, Stellan had taken over. His mother, a former actress from Sweden, was alive and living in California. It was a bit frightening how much information could be found on the internet. She didn’t know what the two were saying, but the word “querida” kept falling from Stellan’s lush, pouty lips.