Page 5 of Tempted By her Daddies

“Do I?”

Salem turned to glare at him. “You should!”

“You’re right. I do know. There is very little I don’t know how to do.”

“Then why aren’t you washing them?” Salem asked as he stepped further into the kitchen. There were a few dishes in thesink, which wasn’t too bad. Opening the fridge, he saw leftover pizza, some grapes, olives, and a block of rather dubious-looking cheese.

How had things gone to hell in less than a week?

They were three grown men. They should be able to take care of themselves.

“I am washing them. They’re in the washing machine right now. I even grabbed some of Roman’s clothes and put them in the wash as well. I don’t think he’d be too comfortable walking around naked. He’s not as cultured as me.”

Cultured?

Alexei?

Dear God.

“Why didn’t you wash them earlier so that you had something to wear today?” Salem asked.

Be patient.

“You are full of so many questions today. You really should head to the club where you can ask one of your pretty subs all these pesky questions. Get up in their business instead of mine.”

But Salem would never ask a sub at the club personal questions. Because they weren’t friends. It was more like . . . a business transaction.

Fuck.

That sounded so bad. It wasn’t that he didn’t care about them . . . he did.

Just not the sort of care you had for friends and family.

More like a stranger in a vulnerable position that he was supposed to take care of. At least for a few hours. Before he sent them safely on their way.

“I’ve been working. I’ve been trying to figure out Pinky’s next move.”

“Getting anywhere?” Alexei asked.

Frustration filled him. Because he wasn’t. He wasn’t getting. Any. Fucking. Where.

He was failing in his job, and it seemed he was failing at home.

Fuck.

This wasn’t normal for him. Salem wasn’t used to failure.

Which is probably why you’re taking it so badly.

“You seem tense. Perhaps you should work out. Or get laid.”

“I don’t need to get laid.”

But maybe he needed a session at the club. He needed to feel like he was in control of something. Because he certainly didn’t have command of anything at home.

Or in his career.

Things felt like a mess. As though he was spiraling. Which was bizarre. Because Salem didn’t spiral.

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