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But instead of sleep consuming him, all he thought about was how sweet the feeling would be when he had both Stellan and Blythe.

Chapter Eleven

The time was going by so fast that Blythe couldn’t keep up. Already, two weeks had passed in a blur. Dietrich’s schedule was packed on paper, but actually following him and making sure they were where they needed to be at the right time brought hectic to a whole other level.

On the books alone, they had been to a lunch meeting, two afternoon merger proposals, and now they were at a dinner party for a business proposal. Blythe didn’t even attend the meetings all day and she felt exhausted. Her feet ached something fierce, and she still had a full night ahead of her.

The only thing that made her get through this was the fact she had the morning off. There were no meetings scheduled until one in the afternoon, so she might actually get to sleep in.

She finished putting in the pearl earrings she had bought with Dietrich’s black Amex. When she went shopping with Alberta, one of Dietrich’s contacts in Portugal, she had gawked at the prices on the items Alberta wanted her to buy.

Everything was expensive and elaborate, and Blythe had felt guilty buying them, but that little voice inside of her was buried under the mound of clothing that Alberta had piled in her arms.

Smoothing her hands down the periwinkle-colored cocktail dress, Blythe took a step back and appraised herself in the bathroom mirror. Her blonde hair was swept to the side and pinned in a sophisticated bun. Her green eyes looked paler under the bright lighting.

She opted to go with a more natural coloring with her makeup, and since she didn’t wear much of it and wasn’t an expert in applying the damn stuff, she was pleased with the end result. She turned the light off and exited the bathroom.

After sitting on her bed and slipping her heels on, she took a deep breath. The clock showed she had about twenty minutes before she was expected downstairs, so she decided to call her mom and Austin. After dialing her mom’s number and getting her voicemail, Blythe left a quick message.

Austin picked up on the third ring and was out of breath.

“Please tell me I didn’t interrupt another sex session, Austin.”

He chuckled and said, “No. I’m working out.” At her silence, he laughed harder and said, “On a treadmill, Blythe. Damn.” It was her turn to laugh. “So, how’s Portugal and Mr. Give-Me-Moore?”

Blythe rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face. She talked to Austin and her mom at least a couple of times a day. They were the only people who mattered in her life, and it was horrible being away from them, even if it had only been fourteen days.

“Things are good … I guess.”

“Uh-oh. What’s going on?” The sound of weights dropping to the ground rang through the receiver.

Did she dare tell Austin? There hadn’t been anything she kept from him, but she was embarrassed that she lusted not only after her boss but also Stellan, his lover.

“Come on, spill it.”

She took a deep breath and told him how much she wanted Dietrich and about the intense connection she felt toward both men.

Austin didn’t say anything for several long seconds after she told him everything, and her nerves grew higher and wound tighter.

“I know, Austin. It’s crazy and ridiculous. Obviously, nothing could ever happen, but I’ve never felt this way about another man, and certainly didn’t get all hot and bothered watching Dietrich and Stellan together.”

“So let me get this straight.” There was what almost sounded like awe in Austin’s voice. “You’re staying alone in Dietrich Moore’s beachfront villa?”

“Yeah, but—”

“And this gorgeous billionaire man, who is your boss for two more weeks, swings both ways?”

She knew he liked women from all of the pictures of him plastered over the internet. Apparently, before he started anything with Stellan, he had been in a pretty serious relationship with a female model.

“Well, yeah, clearly from what I have been seeing.” Saying that had the images of the two men kissing and doing far more other erotic things playing through her mind.

“Damn, girl. I’d be all over that like white on rice.”

Leave it to Austin to make it sound okay to want the things that were completely unrealistic. “It doesn’t matter, Austin. I’m working for his company, for him directly. Besides, it’s abundantly clear that they’re pretty involved. From what I’ve read about the two and what I’ve seen, they have a history.”

After talking about it for a few more minutes and trying to steer the conversation to more neutral territory, Blythe finally got off the phone with him. The conversation had excited him a bit more than she liked, but then again, Austin was all about the gossip.