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)
“We will be attending several conferences, meetings, and parties. I need you to dress the part. Understood?” The way he spoke brooked no argument.
She had never met a man so frustratingly controlling, but there was something inside of her that melted to his deep voice. It was her own sick desires that made her feel that way. Only one person knew her dark desires, and that person was most likely curled up with a ridiculously hot guy back at his apartment.
Blythe had confessed everything to Austin one drunk-filled night. Admitting that she fantasized about submitting to a man and giving up her power to someone who would control the situation brought out a deep-seated lust inside of her.
There had been too many times she lay in her bed, her eyes closed as she imagined her flesh stinging as strips of leather whipped across it. The thought of pain filling her was washed away with pleasure.
The one serious relationship she had ended in disaster.
Asking Mark to bend her over his lap and spank her with his belt had resulted in him calling her every name in the book and storming from her apartment. That had been over a year ago, and she hadn’t dated since.
Bringing herself out of her past, she offered Mr. Moore a smile and said, “I understand completely, Sir. Following orders won’t be a problem.”
“Good, Miss Winters. That is exactly what I like to hear.” He relaxed further in his seat and took a sip of his scotch as he watched her. “Go on, Miss Winters. Brief me.” He smiled for the first time since she had met him.
It was all straight, white teeth, but it wasn’t warm and kind. Instead, it reminded her of a lion about to slaughter the lamb.
She reached for the printout she made earlier of his schedule. The tablet would come in handy, and she was thankful he had thought of it. It would certainly make being organized possible.
Blythe glanced up a little sheepishly at Dietrich.
Flipping open the notebook she cleared her throat and continued. “You don’t have a meeting until noon the day after tomorrow. That will give you enough time to rest beforehand. The meeting should last until two, and then you’re free until dinner with the Santos account at six p.m.” She continued with the rest of the week.
“Very good, Miss Winters.” His smile stayed in place, and the satisfied look on his face pleased her. Pleasure coursed through her at his praise, and the fact of the matter was she liked making him happy.
She brought the flute of champagne to her lips and took a sip of the cool, sweet liquid. Walter came by and set another long-stemmed glass in front of her and a short, square-cut one in front of Mr. Moore.
“If you don’t require any further assistance, I’ll leave you to rest.” Walter bowed to both of them, disappeared into the galley, and closed the door behind him. The pressure in the cabin had her ears plugged, and she stopped trying to pop them an hour ago.
“Tell me a bit about yourself, Miss Winters.” His voice was soft and deep, and she felt herself wanting to tell him about herself. She wasn’t quite sure she liked that feeling.
Chapter Five
“I’m not sure what you’d like to know about me, Sir.”
Dietrich shifted in his seat again at the way she said Sir. The images that lone word conjured up had him praying she didn’t see how hard his cock was.
Every time she glanced out the window, he quickly adjusted himself, not just for comfort but because his fucking cock was ready to burst through his slacks.
“I’d like to know whatever you’re willing to share with me, Miss Winters.” If he was going to have her submitting to him and Stellan, he wanted to know everything about her. And if she didn’t want to divulge information, well then, he might have to whip it out of her. That thought had him nearly groaning from desire.
“Well, I’m twenty-three. I was born and raised in Ohio but moved to New York about three years ago. I studied liberal arts at NYU, but life got in the way, and I didn’t end up graduating. I had to make a few adjustments. I ended up getting work through the temp agency and have been doing it ever since.”
Dietrich hadn’t missed the way she avoided eye contact and shifted when she brought up having to change paths regarding her studies. He didn’t want to press her if she was uncomfortable, but he wanted to know everything there was to know about Blythe Winters, especially if he planned on bringing her into a relationship with Stellan.
“What area were you studying?” The sun was starting to set, and Walter turned on the cabin lights. He kept them low, but it was enough that it allowed Dietrich to see the subtle emotions that played across Blythe’s face.