Page 61 of Tempted By her Daddies

Talk about a complete and utter pipe dream.

Even if the three of them wanted and were willing to share her, which she doubted . . . well, there was the whole lying to them about who she was.

Yeah.

That would be kind of a big damper on any sort of relationship.

And probably end up with her in jail.

Sooo . . .

A girl could still dream, right?

Only problem was that dreams died and when they did . . . well, she wasn’t sure her heart could survive that death.

You’re stronger than this, Tamsyn.

You are not going to be brought down by your feelings.

“I’m not going to blame you if I’m hurt,” she told him.

“Do I need to start stripping you off to find where you are hurt?” he asked as he crouched in front of her.

“Um, pretty sure as my employer you can’t do that,” she said in a high-pitched voice.

Had she ever used a voice like that before? What was wrong with her?

It was these guys. When she was around them her brain turned to mush. It was like her senses went into overload.

“Technically Roman is your employer. And what if I didn’t want to be just your employer anymore?” he whispered huskily.

She froze.

Had he just said what she thought he had?

That couldn’t be true, right? She must have imagined it. She’d been dreaming about what it would be like to mean something to this man. To have him touch her, kiss her, want her and somehow, she’d just imagined him saying that.

“Um, what did you say?” she asked.

“I said, show me where you’re hurt. Now.”

Right.

See? She’d totally imagined that.

Going insane, Tamsyn.

With a grumble, knowing that his stubborn ass wouldn’t let this go, she rolled up her tracksuit bottoms, showing him her ankle. “There, see? It’s fine.”

“We need to take off your shoe so I can get a proper look.”

To her shock, he carefully grabbed hold of her foot and started to slide her shoe off.

“Um, what are you doing?” she asked, trying to tug her foot out of his hold.

“Checking your foot for swelling.”

He drew off her sock as well.

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