Page 283 of Tempted By her Daddies

She’d gone from cursing that stupid dark, smelly, dirty basement with its mean spiders, to limping her way upstairs tosee Roman holding her bloomers, to calling him Dada and about to be bathed by him.

Yep, that’s right.

Roman was going to give her a bath.

How was this her life? She didn’t know but she wanted to remember every second of it.

She was sitting up on the counter while he ran the bath. He drew his phone out to look up something.

“What’re you looking at, Dada?” she asked.

“What temperature the bath water should be at,” he said. “I found this rubber duck that you put in the bath to measure the temperature.” He held up the duck. “But I’m not sure the best temperature for you.”

“I don’t mind,” she said with a shrug. “I can handle different temperatures fine. My skin is like rubber. Too hot or too cold, it’s all good.”

He shot her a look. “That won’t be happening.”

Right. And she should have known better than to think he would be all right with her having a bath that was too hot.

Roman was muttering to himself as he put the duck in and adjusted the taps.

“Can I have bubbles, Dada?” she asked as he tested the water by putting his elbow in.

Wow. He had this whole Daddy thing down. Had he been doing some research?

More than likely.

“Not until I’ve cleaned your knee. I’m not sure that bubbles would be good for an open wound.”

Open wound?

Wow. He ought to see some of the open wounds she’d endured without any sort of first aid.

This was nothing.

“Dada, this is just a scratch,” she told him. “It doesn’t even hurt. It will be fine with bubbles.”

“Dada will decide that, not you.”

“Somehow, I don’t think you’re going to have much to worry about when it comes to knowing what to do. You already seem to know what to do. Have you been doing some research on being a Daddy Dom?”

“Of course. I don’t like to go into anything unprepared.” Then he shot her a concerned look. “Is that weird?”

“Not to me. I like that you’re always prepared. If I’m ever stuck on an island with man-eating goats, you’re the guy I want with me.”

“Uh, I don’t believe there’s anything that you can research to prepare yourself for man-eating goats,” Roman told her.

Tamsyn nodded solemnly. “Truer words were never spoken.”

“Right, I think it’s at the proper temperature. Let’s get you undressed.”

He stood and stared at her.

Uh-oh.

Was he having second thoughts? Did he not want to undress her? What was going on?

But then he seemed to shake his concerns off.

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