Page 151 of Tempted By her Daddies

He ran his finger over his forehead.

Okay, he needed to stop worrying about his appearance. He glanced down at her. She was wearing her own pants and shoes as well as one of Roman’s T-shirts. He opened the coat closet to grab her coat.

There was just one problem . . .

“Where is your coat?” he asked her.

“My coat?”

“Yes, your coat. It’s now autumn and is getting cooler. You should be wearing a coat to and from work.”

“I should?”

“You should.”

“Hmm, well if I should, then my coat must have disappeared. Is this a magic coat closet?” She stepped closer, looking inside. “Is it a portal to a magical place? That’s so exciting.”

“Again, this is not a children’s book,” he said.

“What? What children’s book?” she asked, turning to give him a confused look.

He couldn’t tell if she was still having him on or if she meant it.

“It’s not magical, which means that you didn’t wear your coat here yesterday.”

“It was warm yesterday.”

“It was thirteen degrees and that was the high!” he countered. “That is clearly coat weather.”

“Ahh, it is? Maybe I need a chart about when to wear a coat and when not.”

“How about this? For nine or ten months of the year, you need to wear your coat.”

“Wow. Really?”

“Yes, really.”

He grabbed one of Roman’s coats. It would still swamp her but at least she’d be warm. It was a navy peacoat that probably cost more than he made in a month.

But she deserved the best.

“All right,” she said cheerfully as she stared up at him.

She looked like a little girl playing dress ups in her dad’s clothes.

Adorable.

He added a scarf and hat that he found.

“It’s really hot in all this,” she complained as he led her out the door to Roman’s car. None of them drove that often, it just wasn’t worth it in London. But he wasn’t taking her into the center of the city today. He opened the door and she stared at the car.

“Wow. This car is pretty.”

“It’s not pretty,” he said. It was a classic Rolls Royce. It was manly.

“It has white seats. And gold bits. It’s pretty. I don’t want to mess it up.”

“You won’t mess it up,” he told her gently. He understood her feelings, he’d felt that way when he’d first moved into Roman’s house.

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