Page 46 of Tempted By her Daddies

“What was the book?” he asked in a low voice, knowing what Roman liked to read.

“It’s calledThree Daddies for Teresa. Have you read it? It’s excellent. By CJ Bennett.”

“I haven’t. You enjoy books about ageplay?” he asked.

Could she be a Little?

There were some clues that pointed to it. But it was hard to tell.

“Well, I haven’t read any before, but I like this one. How do you know if you’re a Caregiver or a Little?”

“You’re definitely not a Caregiver,” he told her bluntly.

“I’m not?”

“No, Little one.”

Oops. Was that a slip of the tongue or on purpose? He wasn’t quite sure. But he noticed how her lips parted and a pleased flush filled her cheeks.

Similar to when he called her Pet.

This was getting more and more interesting.

“Here.” He thrust the coat he held at her. It was beige-colored and made from a mix of wool and cashmere. It cost an absolute bomb, but it would keep her warm. “In the pockets are a hat and gloves. Wear them. And no giving them away.”

“This is . . . it’s for me?” she asked, looking at him in amazement.

“Yes. Work bonus for a good job done,” he lied.

Because she really was a shit cleaner.

9

Oh, she was a dead woman.

Alexei had made it very clear what his expectations were in regards to the gym.

And her being in it.

Yet, there she was . . . sitting on the weights bench again.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing!” he yelled, stomping further into the room.

She let out a scream and again, nearly dropped the damn weights bar on her chest.

He grabbed it from her.

“Wow. Déjà vu,” she muttered as she sat up, her hand on her chest.

“What did I tell you about coming in here on your own?”

“That I wasn’t allowed to do it.”

“So, why are you in here?” he yelled.

“Well. I didn’t really think you would catch me.”

Was she serious? His head was about to explode at her cavalier attitude.

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