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)
She knew a few words and knew it to mean darling. Were they talking about her, or was Stellan calling Dietrich the endearment? It seemed a bit conceited to think a man she just met would call her something so intimate, but the way he watched her made her feel naked before him—and that their conversation was all about her.
“Let’s eat, Blythe.” Stellan’s voice was smooth and deep and without a hint of an accent. He held her chair out for her then took his seat beside Dietrich.
This put the two men directly in front of her and placed her under their penetrating gazes. The waiter filled Stellan’s glass after his approval and refilled hers and Dietrich’s.
“Mr. Moore tells me you’ll be assisting him for the next four weeks?”
Mr. Moore? After the tongue duel the two men just participated in, it seemed odd for Stellan to refer to Dietrich in such a manner.
“Yes.” She didn’t know what else to say. It was clear they weren’t affected by what they had done in front of her, so she forced herself to relax. If they were fine with it, so was she. It was just two men kissing, two extremely attractive, well-toned men at any rate.
This was going to be a very long four weeks if these two men were what she had to look at.
Chapter Nine
Dietrich parked the car in front of the villa and cut the engine. After an evening of drinking wine and eating incredible food, they had left. Blythe wasn’t surprised to realize Stellan would be coming back to the villa as well, not after the two men had been close and touching each other the entire time.
Whether it was Stellan running his finger down Dietrich’s exposed forearm or Dietrich gripping Stellan’s neck in that same proprietary manner he had done before he leaned in to say something low in his ear, they always touched. Even now they did it, more than twenty minutes after they left the restaurant, and Blythe was still horny as all get out.
She just wanted to take a hot bath and possibly ease the ache between her thighs as she thought of completely inappropriate things regarding her boss and his lover.
“Thank you for dinner. It was wonderful.” Blythe grabbed her purse and climbed out of the car. She hurried up the steps and into the house.
She didn’t think she’d be able to handle another make-out session, not when her clit felt like it would explode from her lust as it was. Once in her room, she ran a bath and stripped from her clothing.
Maybe it had been rude to just run out of Mr. Moore’s car like that, but what more did they really have to say? Besides, it was clear the two men wanted a little alone time, and who was she to cock block?
Blythe grabbed her suitcase and flung it on the bed. Now was as good a time as any to get her clothes put away, at least until her bath was done. In her haste, she hadn’t bothered turning on the bedroom light, and the only illumination came from the bathroom.
The sound of splashing water drew her away from her bags and over to the window. The room was dark enough that she wasn’t worried about anyone seeing her in her bra and panties, but even if she had been worried, that would have been shoved aside at the sight below.
From her vantage point, she could see the edge of the pool, and the sight below was tantalizing. Stellan wore nothing but a towel slung low on his hips. Although she couldn’t hear what they said, she did hear their deep laughter.
Obviously, Dietrich had been the one to dive into the pool since Stellan spoke in the direction of the water and to a part of the pool she couldn’t see.
Please drop the towel.
She should have been ashamed by her thoughts. This was her first day on the job, and here she was being a voyeur and about to watch something that was completely private. Yet she didn’t move. She saw Dietrich then, climb from the pool in nothing but his hard, ripped flesh.
“Dear God.” She looked behind her, expecting someone to be watching her, but only darkness greeted her. When she turned back around, it was to see Stellan on his knees before Dietrich.
With his muscular back to her, all she could see was his hard ass and the outline of Stellan’s side. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know what he was doing. Moisture slipped from her pussy and down her inner thighs as Dietrich’s bicep bulged.
His hand was obviously on the back of his lover’s head, and the up and down motion he was doing left little to the imagination. Yeah, she needed that bath like yesterday. She turned before she was caught and closed the bathroom door behind her. Leaning against the door, Blythe inhaled deeply.