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railing, the
metal warmed from the sun. The first level housed a porch with dark brown patio
furniture. The view was stunning even though the ocean was on the other side.
Francesco pushed the all glass front door open, and she followed the two men
inside. The chilled air from the air conditioner hit her, and she shivered. Her
heels on the shined white granite beneath her feet sounded like a herd of
elephants stampeding through. The two men started speaking quietly again, and
Blythe took that time to walk around and get familiar with the home. To her
left was a sitting room. The cream colored furniture and earthy tone décor complemented
each other well, but it was the view that stole her breath. Every wall was made
up of glass and made her feel as if she could reach out and touch the ocean.
She walked farther into the sitting room and followed the small hallway to the
right until she came across the dining room. Of course this room was gorgeous,
too, but she ignored the expensive decorations and crystal chandelier and
stopped in front of the glass French doors. She turned the brushed brass knobs,
and the cool, ocean breeze hit her immediately when she pulled the doors open.
A circular veranda was directly in front of her with an intimate al fresco sea view. To her left and
right the walkway continued to what she assumed wrapped around the first level. Above her, another veranda wrapped around the third level. She stepped onto the stone outcropping and gripped the banister. Below her an
infinity pool sat with a pool side gate that accessed the white sandy beach.
She was in heaven, pure and simple.
    The
waves crashed on the shore, and she let the sound take her away. Closing her
eyes she tilted her head toward the sky and smiled as the sun warmed her face.
    “It’s
quite a breathtaking view, isn’t it?” Dietrich’s deep voice startled her, and
she spun around, gripping the banister behind her. He leaned against the door
she had left open. He no longer wore his suit jacket, and he had gotten rid of
the tie. His hands were in the front pockets of his slacks as he watched her.
    “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