If Blythe hadn’t been speechless before, his words would have shut her the hell up right then.
She knew exactly what she was getting into when she agreed to accept this job, but damn if he didn’t bring a whole new level to the word asshole. She dropped her head and clasped her hands behind her back. “I apologize, Sir.” For several long seconds he didn’t respond, and Blythe was struck with his commanding aura. He didn’t even have to say anything for his presence to make an impact.
His long, slow exhale had her lifting her eyes to him. He hadn’t moved from his spot, but there was a strange expression on his face that she couldn’t quite read. “So you’re my temporary PA?” His voice was curt and to the point, and she straightened her shoulders.
“Yes, Sir.” He stopped and looked at her once again. A slight frown marred the space between his eyes, but it was gone as soon as it had made an appearance. He took a seat behind his desk and rested his forearms on the table.
“Take a seat, Miss…”
“Winters. Blythe Winters, Sir.” She stuck her hand out and immediately regretted it when he looked at it strangely. She went to pull it away, but his bigger hand encased hers. His flesh was warm and smooth, and she felt her face heat with some uncomfortable feeling. This man would be her boss for the next four weeks, and here she was acting like some kind of hormonal teenager. It was just a handshake for God’s sake. He held her hand a few seconds longer than what she always considered socially acceptable, and Blythe felt her cheeks heat even more. When he did release his hold on her she quickly clasped her hands together and placed them on her lap. He leaned back in his chair and continued to stare at her. She was starting to think she had something on her face by the amount of attention he gave her.
“Have you been briefed on your duties?”
She had left her purse and the envelope the flamboyant receptionist had given her on the couch, but she didn’t go to get it. Of course it wasn’t her fault that there was no time for someone to give her the details on what she was supposed to do, but she wasn’t going to admit that to him. Besides, she had a feeling he would care about any excuse she gave him. Before she could answer he continued talking.
“My private jet leaves for Portugal tomorrow afternoon. A car will pick you up at four p.m. sharp. You’ll need to pack for the entire month because I am not sure how long my presence is needed in Lisbon.” His desk phone rang, and he picked it up and barked out, “Yeah?” His deep blue eyes held hers as he listened to whoever it was on the other line, but then he broke the eye contact and turned his chair so the back faced her. Apparently she had been dismissed.
Blythe stood and grabbed her purse and the envelope off the couch and headed toward the front doors. Just as her hand curled around the brass his deep voice stopped her.
“I expect you to be ready to leave when I send the driver tomorrow, Miss Winters. I also expect you to know my schedule inside and out. I don’t have time to explain the details of my every move. If you feel you can’t keep up you need to tell me now. Do you understand?” Her heart started to thunder behind her ribs, and she felt ridiculous. If this was her reaction to him after only being in his presence for ten minutes, how in the hell was she going to survive four weeks with the man? He was a total control freak and major dick, but she reminded herself she desperately needed this job. Maybe she should just back out while she still had her sanity? He was already so demanding, and they had just met. Blythe had a sick feeling he would only get worse the longer she stayed in her presence. Facing him once more, she opened her mouth, but to say what she had no clue. One of his dark brows cocked in question, and she wondered how many people told him no. Probably not very many.
“Miss Winters, if you’re having any doubts now is the time to speak up. I don’t have time for games, especially from an employee who is going to be working so closely with me.”
She snapped her mouth closed again because the reality was she needed this job and the pay she would receive. For only four weeks in his presence the sum was substantial. Only a fool would turn it down, and she had been called many things, but an idiot wasn’t one of them. “I understand, Sir. I’ll be ready and waiting for your car tomorrow at four.” She offered him a smile, but only a second later even that faltered. Did Dietrich more always have a perpetual frown on his face, or was it just she who placed it on there?
“Good. I have several meetings today and don’t have the time or energy to explain the details to you, so you can have the rest of the day off. No worries on your pay, though. You’ll get the contracted amount no matter the hours you work.”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” His nostrils flared slightly, and the room suddenly became warmer. Before she could say anything else or get yelled at again she darted out of his office and hauled ass back to her car. Once in the garage the sound of her heels clicking on the cement echoed around her. Her little Honda sat by itself between two pillars. She threw the door open and tossed her purse on the passenger seat. The silence descended around her, and she exhaled. Maybe she should have turned this job down. It certainly would have been good for her sanity, but she knew men like Dietrich Moore. They were dominating, controlling, and were never denied when it concerned something they wanted. Her ex had been like that, and after finally waking up and realizing she was no man’s doormat, she finally left his ass. That had been a year ago, and she was still trying to push Lance out of her head. She wasn’t normal, she knew that, but the relationship she had had with Lance was depraved.
No, not today, not ever. No way was she going to let that prick invade any part of her life again. Pushing him from her thoughts she cranked the engine and headed home. She still had to pack and memorize Mr. Moore’s itinerary, not to mention let her mother know she wasn’t going to be around for a month. That conversation should be pleasant.
Chapter Two
Dietrich stared at his office doors as they closed behind Miss Winters. He adjusted himself and the sudden tightness behind the fly of his slacks. He pulled his cell out of his suit jacket and dialed Stellan’s number. His once business partner answered on the first ring.
“I didn’t think I’d hear from you since you’ll be here in a few days, Sir.” Stellan’s deep voice always gave Dietrich a hard-on, but he was already sporting one thanks to Miss Winters.
“Well, I wanted to let you know I think I’ve found someone who fits our requirements perfectly.” He noticed the change in Stellan’s breathing and knew his sub was aroused just from hearing that little piece of information. “She’s my temp PA for the next four weeks because Laura had a family emergency and won’t be back until then.”
“So you really think she’s ‘The One’?” The excitement and anticipation in Stellan’s voice was thick.
“Yeah, I do, and I know you’ll think so, too, when we arrive.” He spoke with Stellan for a few more minutes then hung up. Blythe Winters screamed submission, even if she wasn’t purposefully doing it, and because of that he wanted her more. Her constant use of the term “Sir” might have been polite in context, but as a Dom he wanted nothing more than to see her on her knees, and his collar and leash around that slender throat of hers, while Stellan fucked her from behind. Stellan may have been Dietrich’s sub, but the six foot three former quarterback was also a switch, and dammit if Dietrich wouldn’t enjoy watching Stellan’s big cock fucking their soon-to-be submissive. There was no doubt in his mind that she would be, too. He had seen the way she looked at him, had practically smelled the sweet juice that spilled from her pussy. Dietrich didn’t mix business with pleasure, but four weeks wasn’t that long to wine and dine her and convince the pretty little Blythe that what they could offer couldn’t be refused.
Since being in a relationship with Stellan Alfonso for the past three years, they had been searching for the perfect female submissive to join their relationship. There had been a few over the years whom they thought made a good match, but for one reason or another it never worked out. Dietrich was glad that had been the case, because seeing Blythe Winters bent over his desk had sent all sorts of filthy thoughts slamming into his head. She was the one for him and Stellan. That he was certain of.
When he first met Stellan he had been instantly attracted to the powerful man. Dietrich never saw himself as gay, but there was no denying what he felt. He was secure enough with his sexuality not to give a fuck what anyone else thought. His sub had been the VP of one of the up and rising investment banks in the Northeast. His company had assisted with several high profile cases, and when everything had gotten settled Dietrich had gone after what he wanted. Stellan was the CEO of his father’s company and worked mainly out of the Lisbon headquarters. Despite their long-distant relationship both men made it imperative to get together at least two weekends a month, whether it be Dietrich going to Portugal or Stellan coming to him.
Stellan wasn’t only a sub, and he didn’t like only men. He liked to dominate as well, and his taste for woman was just as strong as Dietrich’s. The only thing just as good as controlling Stellan in the bedroom was watching him take control of another sub. The natural dominance in the boy’s actions made him just as hard as when he submitted to Dietrich.