Page 105 of Tempted By her Daddies

Tamsyn attempted to slide back under the coffee table.

“Oh no, you don’t.” Salem grabbed her and drew her up against his chest. He held her with one arm under her bottom and her legs dangling free.

Yikes.

He was strong.

“Come on. Time for dinner.”

“I have to go wash my face, though.” She attempted to wriggle free.

To her shock, he slapped her ass. “Stay where you are. If you keep moving like that I might drop you.”

“You wouldn’t drop me,” she said.

“No, you’re right. I would never drop you.”

It sounded like a vow.

He carried her into a rather formal-looking dining room and set her down in a wooden chair that matched the long table. She quickly counted fourteen chairs.

Wow.

She wasn’t sure she’d ever sat in a dining room like this.

Large dishes covered in metal lids rested along the side table against the wall.

Roman sat on her left side as both Alexei and Salem got up to fill their plates. She guessed she’d wait until they were done. Alexei probably needed a lot of fuel for his big body.

But when Salem returned, he placed a full plate down.

Right in front of her.

“Um. What’s this?”

“Dinner,” he said.

First of all . . . this dinner looked amazing. There was some sort of beef stew filled with meat and vegetables, mashed potatoes, and garlic bread. The smell was divine.

“Thank you,” she said, feeling slightly awkward. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had served her food. It was probably so long ago she was too young to remember. “I really can’t eat this much, though.”

“Actually, those proportions are pretty on track for someone your size who needs to gain some weight,” Roman said, tapping on his phone. “Would you like me to show you my research?”

He turned the screen around on his phone. Had he . . . had he written a report on it?

“Why were you studying what someone should eat?” she asked. “Did your work ask you to write up a report?”

But that made no sense. Why would MI6 want to know about a woman’s nutritional needs?

Not that she was meant to know that they worked for MI6. Roman had simply told her he was in research. And that Salem and Alexei worked for the government.

“I don’t think we need to talk about this,” Salem said hastily.

“It was nothing to do with work,” Roman said absentmindedly. “I wanted to research how to help you.”

“Help . . . me?” She glanced down at herself. Did she look that bad? Sure, she had trouble sticking to a regular eating schedule. There wasn’t really time in her life to worry about proper nutrition. She ate when she could and she exercised a lot so she burned a lot of calories.

She could feel her shoulders hunching. Tamsyn had never really worried about her appearance. There was no room to worry about her looks when she was simply trying to survive.

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