Confined with the CEO and the Bodyguard

coincide with her fresh air time.
I see the way he looks at her. My friend is as enthralled with Sadie as I am.
“So, what are the rules about our guest?” Dakota asks casually one afternoon when he’s done riding for the day. Sadie’s quarantine ends tomorrow. I’m planning a welcome-to-the-family supper. Cornbread, fried chicken and collards. Dakota let me set up a small greenhouse with a dedicated watering system. I grow all kinds of things on raised planter beds. It makes me feel useful, since my back is still giving me trouble. My doctor told me that regular massages would help. Another 24 hours and we can get started.
I don’t tell him about the text message Sadie sent me. She’s wearing bright lipstick and a tank top that’s pulled down almost to her nipples, and nothing much else as far as I can tell from the close shot. The first thing I note is that she’s put a little weight on her in all the right places. It’s better than any internet porn I’ve watched recently. But I still can’t see her entire face because of the angle of the photo, which drives me crazy.
“Hands off,” I grunt. I don’t tell him about the messages Sadie has been peppering me with. Questions about the ranch, but mostly about us. She is interested in the horses, but I get the sense she’s keener to ride my friend and me. The sexy selfie confirmed it.
I, for one, would not object.
Dakota’s white teeth flash in a grin. “Does that mean you’ve got claims on her affection?”
“Not exactly.” There is nothing between us. I’m horny as hell for her, but mostly, I just want to rip the damn mask off and see what she looks like. “I think she’s hot. Or could be, if I ever got a glimpse of her.”
“So, you’re not going to mind when I ask her for the sexy massage.” He winks. I know he’s teasing me, but I sense that he’s testing the waters. My instinct that Dakota is also angling to get into Sadie’s Daisy Dukes is on point.
“If Sadie’s willing to do sexy massages, I better book two a day,” I say. Maybe three. The past couple of weeks have been torture. During the day all I do are boring fence checks, tend my garden and cook. Housework leaves plenty of time for thinking about all the ways we could—and then it hits me.
“Hey.” My palms get so moist with nervousness that the watering can slips in my grasp. “Dakota. What if we said that for the next few weeks, until this pandemic blows over, we don’t have to play by the usual rules.”
He gives me a searching look. “You mean...share?”
“Only if she wants to,” I say hastily. “Sadie doesn’t have anywhere else to go. Her van’s ready to quit. I don’t know what her story is, but I do know she seems pretty happy to live alone in the cottage. I don’t want to run her off.”
“If she’s into it, we could be a fuck pod. I like it.” He grins. “And I’m also looking very forward to feeling her hands on my...back.” His grin falls. “But mostly, I want to get to know our mysterious guest a lot better. She hasn’t been as chatty over text messages with me as she has been with you.”
“Let’s think about how we might propose the idea of an extended threesome without scaring Sadie off,” I say. We clink beers.
Tomorrow can’t come soon enough.

4
Sadie
I’ve set up my massage chair and table in the second bedroom of the cottage. Today is my first session, and I am nervous for reasons I am trying very hard not to think about. There will be one with each man. First up will be Beau, since he has a specific issue for which he needs treatment. I’m reviewing his intake form when he knocks at my door.
Ha—no, it’s not “my door.” Just because this has been the best two weeks of my adult life, does not mean that it is my home, I remind myself. The cottage belongs to Beau Reed, no matter how much I wish it were mine. I am pretty sure that he’s the unnamed CEO mentioned on their website. Technically, the ranch is held by an LLC. I know from researching how to start my own business that this is a common way to protect the assets of an owner—not that I have any to protect, personally.
Since I always see Dakota doing manual labor like fixing the fences and taking care of the horses, I assume he’s Beau’s assistant. But neither of them has explained much about the property. Most of what I know I’ve picked up by reading The Black Diamond Ranch website and peppering Beau with text messages on my new, borrowed phone.
“Hi, Sadie,” Beau says in that sexy Southern drawl of his. It feels like a caress, as does the way his gaze skims down my body.
I shiver. I am in my usual work clothes, a pair of leggings and a T-shirt. I am not wearing a mask. Beau and Dakota have effectively been quarantining, too, so there’s no point. The only other people on the ranch are the Hinsons, and I haven’t had any contact with them. His gaze comes back up to rest on my face. My cheeks heat.
“Hi Beau,” I respond as evenly as I can manage.
“You’re even prettier than I thought you’d be,” he drawls, cupping my chin. He tilts my face up to inspect me. It should feel invasive, but the brush of his fingers on my skin feels so welcome after so much alone time. I shiver again. My nipples pucker inside my shirt. I admit, I have spent a ridiculous amount of time fantasizing about both men over the past two weeks. They’re ridiculously good-looking, and lucky me, I get to work on their delicious muscles.
Not that I will be anything other than one-hundred-percent professional about it.
“Thank you,”