Page 196 of Tempted By her Daddies

“Well, just a bit of a nutter,” he said. “Turn around. Please.” She turned and he took the tray from her. “Follow me. Please.”

Hmm. He said please all polite like and in that posh accent of his. But it was clear that it really wasn’t a request. And she found herself following along obediently.

“I need to clean up the stain on the carpet,” she said as they walked into his office and he shut the door. It was clear that his office was actually the main bedroom. His office was the private living room that was attached to the bedroom.

His bedroom was the biggest in the house with tall ceilings and an actual mural painted on the ceiling. The first time she’d entered his bedroom, she’d laid down on the floor for twenty minutes and stared at it.

She really wasn’t the best cleaner. Speaking of which . . .

“The longer I leave it, the worse it will get,” she said, turning back toward the door. What was she doing?

“Stop. Do not leave the room.”

She froze.

“Thank you. Now, come back here. And stop worrying about the carpet staining. That carpet has been absorbing and hiding stains since well before our grandparents were born.”

God, it was really old.

“Are you sure? It won’t take me a moment.”

“How were you planning on getting the stain out?” he asked.

“Um, by, uh, dabbing at it with water?”

Roman shot her a look. “Pretty sure I can do that. I’ll need to do that for my shirt, anyway.” He set the tray on a coffee table that sat in front of his sofa.

She loved that sofa. It was wide and soft and when you sat in it, it kind of swallowed you up. Nothing like the stuffy furniture that was found throughout the rest of the house.

“I’m so sorry about that. Here, let me take your shirt. I’ll clean it up.” Without thought, she reached for his top button and started undoing them.

“Uh, Tamsyn,” he said.

“I’ll soak it and uh, I don’t know, look up what you do for orange juice stains. There has to be something.” She started pulling off his shirt, tugging it down his arms.

“Tamsyn,” he said sharply as she finally got it off.

“Yes?” she asked, looking up at him.

And then she really looked at him.

“You’re half-naked!” she blurted out.

“Really? Wonder how that happened,” he replied dryly.

She looked at the shirt in her hand then back to him.

“Oh my God!” she cried. “I can’t believe I just started stripping you! What is wrong with me?”

She put her hands over her face in mortification.

“Nothing is wrong with you. Look at me. Hey, look at me now.” He pushed her hands gently away from her face and cupped her face between his hands so she had no choice butto stare up at his gorgeous face. “You know you’re not to speak about yourself like that. It’s bloody bollocks. I am constantly gobsmacked by how beautiful and amazing and smart you are.”

She made a noise of dissent.

“Now, listen up. You keep this up and I’ll have Salem punish you,” he told her sternly.

Whoa.

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