Page 7 of Tempted By her Daddies

“Done and done.”

“What? By who? Roman?”

Alexei snorted. “Really? I doubt Roman has even noticed that Evette isn’t here. I ordered the food.”

Salem opened the cupboards.

“And I’ve been leaving him food,” Alexei added. “You might say I’m a model housemate . . . housefriend . . . what would be the word?”

“Roommate?”

“I don’t share a room with him, though. I don’t swing that way, even though you seem to admire my dick. I don’t blame you. It’s pretty.”

“I’m not admiring it. I’m not even looking at it. Or thinking about it. But it’s good you ordered food and made some for Roman, too. Otherwise, he’d likely forget to eat.”

Alexei grunted, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Too bad you didn’t remember the laundry before now.”

“I’m not perfect. I know, it was a surprise to me, too.”

Salem massaged the back of his neck just as Roman wandered into the kitchen, appearing confused. “It’s daylight? What day is it?”

Christ.

Evette usually made sure that Roman stepped away from his computer sometimes. She’d been his housekeeper for years. She acted more like his mother than his employee. And Salem vaguely remembered promising to keep an eye on him while she was gone.

Yeah, he really didn’t like this feeling of failure.

“It’s Saturday,” Salem told him. “When is the last time you came out of your room?”

“Or showered?” Alexei asked, wrinkling his nose.

“Saturday? What date?” Roman peered at the calendar. “Oh dear. Where is Evette? Normally she tells me when it’s coming up to the weekend and she leaves me a snack basket. But there’s no snack basket.”

“I’m starting to see that Evette isn’t getting paid enough,” Salem said with a sigh.

“Evette has gone on vacation,” Alexei said.

“But that’s not until March.”

“It is March,” Salem and Alexei said together.

“It is?” Roman blinked heavily. “Are you sure?”

“Very sure,” Salem told him.

“Drat. I thought I would have this database finished by now.”

Roman was also an MI6 agent. But he worked for the tech department. Or maybe it was more accurate to say that the tech department worked for him. He seemed to get whatever he desired. Including the ability to work from home most of the time. He was also part of the taskforce trying to take down Pinky.

“When is the last time you went outside?” Salem asked Roman.

“Outside? I don’t know. I have things to do. I’ve been trying to figure out Pinky’s next move.”

“Haven’t we all,” Alexei muttered.

“Yes, but I’ve been doing it with this program I coded. That’s why I’m behind in creating the other database. It’s rather boring, if I’m honest. I’d let someone else do it, but they’d likely mess it up.”

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