Page 195 of Tempted By her Daddies

Mistakes that she could prevent with this sandwich.

She glanced down at the pathetic lunch on the tray she held. It was so sad. A single sandwich, an apple, and a glass of orange juice.

He’d no doubt be horrified by her lack of culinary skills.

And who could blame him? She was horrified too. It just wasn’t a skill she had in her repertoire.

Unlike Salem.

That man could cook and he seemed to like it. She should have asked him to prepare Roman a tray. But now he was in his office and he’d said he had an important phone call . . .

Right. Why don’t you own up to the real reasons you want to see him.

One . . . she was lonely. Alexei had woken her up this morning with his mouth on her pussy.

Honestly, the man was obsessed.

She might have to look at whether there was a Pussy Eaters Anonymous that she could sign him up for.

But now he was off for a run. She should probably be trying to listen into Salem’s important call, but . . . she hadn’t seen Roman all day.

So as well as being lonely, she missed him and wanted to see him.

So here she was with her pathetic lunch as an excuse to hunt him down. Before she could fully talk herself out of it and walk away, the door to his bedroom opened.

He blinked at her as she gaped at him.

Well. Heck.

She hadn’t been expecting that.

“Tamsyn? Are you all right, darling girl?” he asked.

“Um, yes. I, uh, brought you lunch.”

“You did?” He glanced down at the tray she held like he’d never seen a sandwich before.

“Yes, but I’m just going to take it back to the kitchen and get something else.”

“Wait!” he called out as she turned away.

She spun back and the glass of juice that she’d poured him and very carefully carried up the stairs went flying. Juice landed everywhere, including on his very white shirt.

“Oh no! Oh shit! I’m so sorry!” She took several steps back out of habit, gaping at his shirt in horror. “Sorry. So sorry.”

“Tamsyn?”

“I can’t believe I did that. I’m normally so careful. And now it’s on your shirt and on the carpet. Oh God! It’s going to stain the carpet. This is the bird poop incident all over again!”

She headed toward the stairs. She needed to get some cloths to clean that all up.

How old was the carpet? Probably ancient and worth a fortune. She really couldn’t be trusted with stuff this expensive and precious!

“Tamsyn, hey, stop!” A surprisingly firm arm wrapped itself around her waist as she reached the top of the stairs, pulling her back.

She stiffened and he quickly let go. But he kept one hand on the small of her back. A light touch that let her know he was there without trying to hold her or trap her.

Taking a deep breath in, she let it out slowly. “I just acted like a complete idiot, didn’t I?”

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