Page 33 of Tempted By her Daddies

“Oh, the Saturn Agency sent me. You need a temporary housekeeper?”

“Right. Well, you see, I’m not sure that would be appropriate. I apologize for wasting your time. I’ll tell the agency it was no fault of yours. Just that our previous acquaintance makes it inappropriate.”

“I see.”

Even Alexei winced at the despair and worry in her voice. He stepped around Salem so he could see her.

Oh no.

He didn’t like that look on her face. Then she turned and walked away, her shoulders slumped.

“Wait!” Salem rushed after her.

What the fuck was he doing?

“Salem,” he warned.

The other man gave him a look over his shoulder, clearly telling him to shut up.

This was a very dumb idea.

“Uh, I’m sorry, what was your name?” Salem asked, sounding unusually flustered.

“It’s Tamsyn. Tamsyn Clemens.”

“I’m Salem Adel. This is Alexei Petrov.”

“Hi,” she said, waving her hand. “I’ll just get out of your way.”

“No. Wait. Urgh, do you have another job you can go to?” Alexei asked.

Shit.

He was acting like a bleeding heart.

“No. Things are a bit tough at the moment and it’s hard to find jobs. I haven’t been in London long, either.”

“Stay,” Salem told her. “I reacted badly, but if you are all right with working here for the next few weeks, then it’s fine with me.”

“Really?” She lit up like a Christmas tree. “Thank you! You won’t regret it. I’m an excellent cleaner.”

Huh.

They would see.

She was a shit cleaner.

Alexei looked at his bathroom and grimaced.

Fire her.

Go track her down and fire her.

Fuck it.

That’s just what he was going to do.

He stormed down the stairs. She’d been here close to a week and he’d done his best to avoid her so he could keep his sanity intact.

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