Page 110 of Tempted By her Daddies

No. She would say not. The room was pretty but she wasn’t really into floral and pastels.

“I don’t really know my style, though,” she said. “And this isn’t actually my room so it doesn’t matter.”

“It does if we want you to be comfortable here, which we do. Of course, at any stage you can feel free to join one of us.”

She swallowed heavily at the heat in his eyes.

Join one of them?

All of them?

Yeah, her body wanted that. But her mind wasn’t quite there yet. He cupped the back of her head and drew her in as he leaned down to kiss her forehead.

It should have felt paternal.

But weirdly, it didn’t exactly. It felt like a warm blanket surrounding her. Safe and cared for.

This man was deadly.

They all were.

“You’ll work it out. We’d be happy to help. If you could decorate this however you liked, what do you think you would do?”

That felt . . . overwhelming.

She’d never had a choice like this. Even the clothes she wore were mostly chosen for her. What money she was given was to cover food and expenses. And it was barely anything.

“I don’t know.”

God. Was he going to think her a complete idiot?

What sort of person didn’t know how they’d like to decorate their bedroom?

“Well, at least you know what you don’t like. That’s a start.”

She guessed.

Talking hold of her hand, he led her into the attached bathroom. A small gasp of pleasure escaped her.

“Oh, this is nice.” The walls and floor were black marble tile with flecks of white and gold. There was a huge, white freestanding bath down one end and a large walk-in shower.

“I thought you might like it in here. Why don’t I run you a bath?”

“A bath?” she repeated.

Why would he want to do that?

“Yes, Little one. So you can relax. You still look tired.” Grasping her around the hips, he lifted her onto the counter. She had to force herself not to react. These guys moving her around like that wasn’t something she was used to.

Salem placed his hands on either side of her. “Stay there.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Yes, Sir.” She added a salute for good measure.

He narrowed his gaze at her and tapped her nose. “Alexei is rubbing off on you. Just remember, out of the three of us, I’m the disciplinarian.”

Yikes.

“And that’s not to say I don’t mind a bit of sass. At least when we’re not playing. When we’re deep in play and I am actually Sir, that won’t be tolerated. You’ve been warned.”

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