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splendor. Shit, he was getting hard again.
    He
tried not to look over at her because the damn dress had ridden up her long
legs to reveal her creamy thighs. She wasn’t paying any attention to him,
though. Her face was buried in the iPad as she
scanned through his schedule. She knew it already, which was clear when she
finished going over it all in exact detail with him on the plane. He had spoken
to Stellan right before they left and had heard the thick anticipation in his
sub’s voice at the prospect of meeting Blythe.
    “You
know it, Miss Winters.”
    She
looked up from the tablet and smiled. “I just want to make sure I have
everything handled. I would hate to be the one to screw up your meetings.”
    Not likely. He
didn’t bother reiterating the fact things would move smoothly. It was clear she
was worried, and he honestly didn’t know how to ease that for her. Dietrich
wasn’t a man that liked feeling off kilter. He was always in control, and
always knew which way the situation would flow. Deals were lost and people got
hurt if he didn’t have his shit together. But then there was this curvy little
woman beside him, her submissive side calling to him on a level that had his
head spinning, and he felt lost. He tightened his hands on the steering wheel
and gritted his teeth. No, he didn’t care for this feeling at all.
    He
pulled up to the entrance of Blanco, the exquisite little Portuguese restaurant
with the poetically titled entrees. 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.
    ****
    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 at 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