Page 62 of Tempted By her Daddies

“But my feet might stink!” she cried.

He sniffed a few times. “Ahh, is that what that smell is? I wondered.”

“Hey! My feet do not stink!”

At least, she hoped they didn’t.

“I wouldn’t be so sure.”

Rude.

“Well, if they do, you should pretend that they don’t,” she told him huffily. “That would be the gentlemanly thing to do.”

“I’m not sure why you think I’m a gentleman,Malyshka,” he murmured.

She was going to have to look up what that word meant. She spoke several different languages. But Russian wasn’t one of them.

“I don’t think I’ve ever done anything to give that impression.”

Well, she couldn’t disagree.

He started drawing off her other shoe.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Your ankle looks a bit swollen. I want to check what it looks like against your other foot.”

With a sigh, she watched as he compared her feet. Then he prodded at her ankle. Which was a bit sore, although she tried not to wince. However, she must have made some reaction, because he glanced up at her with a serious look.

“You’ve twisted it.”

“It’s fine. I just need to walk it out.”

She hoped.

She couldn’t afford to be injured. That wouldn’t be acceptable.

“It’s not fine,” he countered firmly. “It’s swollen and if you keep walking around on it, you’re likely going to make it worse.”

“I really think you’re overreacting.”

“Then perhaps you should stop thinking.”

Her mouth dropped open. He did not just say that! Although she wasn’t as offended as she thought she should be.

Actually, it would be kind of nice not to think for a while. To trust someone enough to let them do the hard yards for a while.

But that wasn’t going to happen.

She couldn’t let anyone take control like that.

Although she’d thought about it at Club Slade with Salem. It would be very easy to give into his calm dominance. To allow him to take the reins.

Okay. Whoa.

You need to stop thinking that way.

“Definitely swollen and tender. You need to elevate and ice it.”

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