Page 281 of Tempted By her Daddies

“Am I not allowed in the basement?” she asked him.

“No.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I should have asked. Is there private stuff in there that you didn’t want me to see?”

What was she talking about? Why would he have anything that he didn’t want her to see?

“No, you misunderstand, Kitten.” He cupped her chin and tilted her head back. “I’m not concerned about what you might find. Anything I have is yours. What I am concerned about is you going into the basement alone without telling anyone. What if you’d hurt yourself? I would have had no idea where you were.”

“But I had my phone!” She drew her phone out of her pocket. “See?”

“Good girl for remembering your phone.”

She smiled widely, obviously pleased with herself. He hated to burst her bubble, but she needed to know that what she’d done wasn’t safe.

Although he did like her reaction to his words.

“I am a GG,” she said proudly.

“And the reception is patchy at best down there,” he explained in a low voice. “So you likely wouldn’t have been able to call anyone. You could have had something fall on you. You could have tripped and hit your head and fallen unconscious.”

“You’re starting to sound like Alexei, thinking the worst is going to happen to me. I am capable of looking after myself.”

“What happened to your pants?” he asked, spotting the rips in the knee of her pants.

“Drat. I forgot about that.”

He crouched in front of her, alarm filling him. “You’re bleeding.”

“It’s only a little bit,” she argued.

“What happened?”

“I don’t want to tell you,” she muttered.

“Why not?”

“On the grounds that you might use it as evidence against me being able to keep myself safe,” she told him.

He raised his eyebrows. “You did this in the basement?”

“That may or may not be true. But most likely true. I tripped over a box when I, uh, when I went through a cobweb.”

Roman shook his head. “Right. From now on, you do not go into that basement, understand?”

“But it’s so dirty and dusty down there. I thought I could help out by cleaning and rearranging everything. Evette says that she doesn’t go down there.”

“No, she doesn’t. Because none of us would allow that. The only people allowed down there are me, Alexei, and Salem. Understood?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, Dada,” he countered.

They both froze. He rolled that around in his head, waited for the wrongness, the weirdness.

But it never came. Because it felt right.

“I, um, yes, Dada,” she replied.

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