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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.
ChapterFive
“I’m not sure what you’d like to know about me, Sir.”
Dietrich shifted in his seat again at the way she saidSir. 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.
She crossed her legs, and his gaze followed the curve of her calf to her thigh. The skirt she wore crept up almost obscenely.
Before she realized where his gaze was, he looked back at her face. She was staring out the window with an almost faraway expression on her face.
“Ballet.” She looked at him and smiled sadly. “I used to be a ballerina.” She chuckled, but it was humorless. “Sounds kind of ridiculous when I say it out loud, like I’m a little girl with a dream of what I want to be when I grow up.”
He didn’t know what to say, not when the pain was clear in her voice. She cleared her throat, and the smile she gave him was forced, but he didn’t delve deeper.
If he wanted her trust, wanted her to relinquish herself to him, mind, body, and soul, he needed to tread carefully. It was clear this was a very sensitive subject for her.
“Mr. Moore, can I get you anything?” Sandra appeared almost out of thin air and leaned in close to him. The scent of her cloying perfume was suffocating.
“I’m fine. Thank you.” He gave a pointed look at the flight attendant and saw the expression on her face. It was one he had seen countless times. With the kind of wealth he had, it was inevitable to attract attention of the sexual kind.
Women flocked to him, despite his adamant arguments he was not interested. He may have accepted their company before he met Stellan, but since taking on his submissive lover, there hadn’t been any other female or male who held his attention.
That is until he saw Blythe Winters in his office. He had known he wanted her before she even turned around and looked in his eyes.
“Maybe Miss Winters would care for something? Another glass of champagne perhaps?” Blythe’s smile this time was genuine, and he felt something inside of him shift.
“I’m fine. Thank you, Mr. Moore.”
Dietrich didn’t know which he liked hearing best, “Sir” or “Mr. Moore” come from those pretty, red lips of hers. When he realized Sandra had yet to leave, he waved her off and said, “Thank you, Sandra, but I think Miss Winters and I are content for the time being. If we need you, I’ll be sure to call.”
“Yes, Sir.” Sandra turned and disappeared toward the back of the cabin and behind the galley door. Hearing the flight attendant use the same title Blythe used didn’t have the same effect on him.
“So, Miss Winters, I’d love to hear about your endeavorsen pointe.” She looked down at her lap, and her dark blonde hair made a curtain around her face.
He found he didn’t like her hiding what she felt from him. He leaned forward, knowing that he was overstepping the boundaries he set for himself, but unable to stop himself. He tilted her head up with his finger under her chin.
