Read Online Breathe Him Deep (Pursued By The Shenandoah Valley Billionaire) by Mica Jade - Free Book Online

 
 
 
 
    "Welcome
to Cinder Winery, ladies," the dashing man said from behind the counter.
    I
placed my purse on the hook just below the blonde wood bar and leaned against its
soft round edge. It was our last stop on a day out with my girlies in the
Shenandoah Valley wine country in the Sierra Nevada foothills just outside of
Sacramento, California.
    "Well,
what a treat to have such a fine man to serve us at our last stop of the day,"
flirted my good friend Rachel.
    "Oh,
it's a pleasure to have you as well. So, have you enjoyed the hidden gem of California,
the Shenandoah Valley?"
    "Sure
the beats the hell out of Napa Valley," scowled Camille, my eccentric
friend from the office.
    "Yes,
I would have to agree," the handsome server said as he spread the day's
pour list out over the bar.
    "It's
less crowded and the views are just unbelievable," admired Anne.
    "Yes,
we take pride in people’s reactions the first time they visit the valley."
    "And
how has the tasting been today?" He asked as he winked at me. Either I was
feeling the juice flow though me from all of the wine I had already tasted
today or the server was flirting with me. The answer was clearly both. He was
divine with thick brown hair and beautiful chestnut eyes.
    "Fantastic!"
answered Rachel, probably feeling the effects of our well-spirited day as well.
    "What
wineries have you enjoyed today?"
    "We
have been to Andis, Helwig and Cooper Ranch," I answered as I waited for
the first pour of his wine.
    "Yes,
all fine places. But I think you saved the best for last."
    He
poured the first selection. I quickly glanced at his left hand, specifically the
ring finger. Barren. And no ring tan line either. Good chance he has been
available for a while. God, was he hot. It had to have been the alcohol. I turned
to look at Camille, but it was so hard to take my eyes off such a fine specimen
pouring the sweet wine into our row of glasses.
    I
felt playful and asked, "So, how do you as wine connoisseur drink in the
best Cali has to offer?"
    He
paused for a moment, licked his sweet lips as his eyes burned into mine, "The
secret is... You have to breathe it in."
    "Breathe
it in?" I asked as my friends leaned in and one of them asked, "Yeah,
how do you do that?"
    I
had an image of this man jumping up onto the bar and doing a little dance. That I could definitely breathe in , I
thought.
    He
took a wine glass and brought it just in front of his handsome face. "The
first thing after noticing the color of the wine, is you bring your cute little
nose close to the edge of the wine glass and you take a deep breathe, taking in
the aroma of the wine. And then sip the wine slowly."
    I
needed to take a deep breath after hearing him call my nose cute. "Is this
how you do it?" I asked as I raised my glass and took a breath still
holding his gaze.
    "Girl,
I've never seen you take a sip like that before," cooed Camille as she
jabbed my side with her elbow.
    He
smiled, "Would you ladies like a tour of the winery and cave after you
taste our selection?"
    "You
have a cave?" asked Meg.
    "Sounds
kind of exciting," added Camille.
    "Yes,
the whole winery building and tasting room sits on top of it."
    "Wow,
we loved to see your cave," I flirted. This guy was saying all the right
things. My body was heating up just looking at his lusciousness. We finished
the taste menu laughing and ogling our fine server.
    After
Meg took her last sip he said, "Right this way, Ladies."
    We
followed him out of the tasting room and down a set of stairs that led to a
large, arching double door that looked like it should be in the entrance of a
castle. I could hardly keep my eyes off his cute, firm ass as he guided us
through the doors and into the cave. Camille must have had the same idea as she
walked up behind him and mimed pinching his ass then turning to us waving her
hand as she was feigning heatstroke.
    The
cave, which was man-made, was dark to some degree but had no dampness like I
had felt in caves we went to