The Suit and His Switch Claim Their Sub (5 page)

“I’ve
never seen anything so beautiful.”

He
smiled at her and walked out onto the veranda to stand beside her. Blythe
turned around and went back to staring at the beach. He had said the villa was
on a private beach, but she wondered how much he owned. For as far as she could
see on both sides was nothing but sand and water. There were no people walking
the shore, and only a few, large homes were sporadically placed along the cliff’s
side in the distance.

“I’ve
made dinner reservations for nine. I know it’s a bit late, but with the time difference
it will be an early dinner for you. I also am meeting a former business
associate, and I’d like you to meet him since the majority of my business will be
in his presence.”

“Of course, Mr. Moore.”
She
felt his stare on her and turned to look up at him. It seemed strange to her
that she had known this man for twenty-four hours, yet she felt strangely
comfortable around him. True, at times his controlling personality set her on
edge, but a part of her, the part she deemed sick and twisted, liked the orders
that came from him. They gave her a thrill, yet made her feel calm and relaxed.
It was a strange combination of emotions and ones she wasn’t comfortable
dissecting.

“I’ll
show you to your room where you can get settled in.” He turned without further
comment, and she followed him back inside. They took the stairs to the second
floor, and he led her to a set of double doors to right. When he pushed the
doors open she let a sigh slip from her lips at what she saw.

“The
walls are glass to ensure the guest gets an unobstructed view of the ocean.
Your bathroom is over there.” He pointed to a door to his left. He walked up to
a console on the wall and pushed a button. The glass suddenly darkened, and she
realized it automatically tinted the windows. “This panel controls the
lighting, heating and cooling, and of course the tinted windows. Be at ease
knowing no others can see into your room once the tint is activated.”

Blythe
was speechless. She took everything in and let her smile spread across her
face. Turning to her employer for the next four weeks, she hoped she didn’t
seem like a foolish novice. He was wealthy and worldly, and here she was, a girl
from Ohio who hadn’t been anywhere compared to him. “Thank you so much, Sir.”

He
stared at her for several silent moments, and she felt her smile fade. No doubt
she was making a fool out of herself with her excitement. “I’m sorry. It’s just
so…incredible.” Heat suffused her, and she turned away when he didn’t answer.

He
cleared his throat and said, “Well, I know it’s a lot to take in, but you’re
doing well with everything given the fact you were thrust into this situation,
Miss Winters.” She turned and looked at him with surprise. Why his praise meant
so much to her she didn’t know, but hearing those words come from him had
pleasure filling her. Before she could say anything else he nodded and left her
alone.

Once
the door shut behind him she giggled out loud and let herself fall back on the
big bed. She looked at the ceiling but couldn’t stand still for long. She
should get a few hours of sleep, but her excitement was far too strong. First
she had to look around her new room. Pushing herself up Blythe took everything
in. A small neutral colored loveseat sat in front of the windows. The floor was
the same white marble as the rest of the house she had seen thus far. Making
her way to the bathroom she pushed the door the rest of the way open and turned
the light on.

Damn, but it’s a
beautiful bathroom.
She couldn’t help but smile at her
thoughts.

Unlike
the light coloring of the rest of the house the bathroom was done up in black
and white granite. The counter had crescent-shaped deep, double sinks. Although
there were no windows in here the twin skylights above her let in ample light.
On top of the tiled walk-in shower there was also a Jacuzzi tub. Walking back
out to the room she glanced at the double doors that led out to the veranda,
but was suddenly just too damn tired. She turned back and saw her bags by the
end of the bed. She hadn’t seen them initially, but had to assume Francesco had
brought them up and she’d skimmed over them in her excitement. She picked her
first suitcase up and set it on the bed. She needed to get everything out and
organized, but as she opened it and saw the layers upon layers of clothes, she just
couldn’t find the energy to unpack.

She
didn’t know what to wear to dinner, so she grabbed a black dress with capped
sleeves and a form fitted bodice. She picked a pair of red heels from her other
suitcase and set them aside. Before she collapsed on the bed she grabbed her
phone and snapped a few pictures to show Austin. No way would he believe the
kind of set-up she was in. She stripped off her clothes, grabbed her phone, and
slipped under the covers. The scent of unfamiliar surroundings filled her, but
homesickness hadn’t hit her yet. She only had about an hour to sleep, but she
would take it. She made a quick call to her mother and Austin to tell them she
landed. She really didn’t know if she would have much time to call them while
here, but assured them she would try every few days. After setting her alarm
and closing her eyes, the image that came to mind was Dietrich Moore and how addictive
he looked in his damn suits.

Chapter
Four

Dietrich
maneuvered the car through the narrow roads of Lisbon. When Blythe had come
down in her simple, yet seductively stunning black dress his cock had instantly
swelled. She left her dark blonde hair down in loose waves, and the image that
continued to slam into his mind was having the thick locks wrapped around his
hand. He wanted to pull her head back with her hair until her throat was bared
in a beautiful arch of delicate 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 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 away 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
her 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 was saturated. She had
never gotten aroused by 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. 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.

****

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. She 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 the 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.