Page 19 of Tempted By her Daddies

He drew out her shoes. Her phone tumbled onto the ground.

“Oh sorry!”

He reached for her phone at the same time that she leaned down. They banged their heads together.

Ouch. Shit.

Leaning back, he rubbed his head only to find she was doing the same.

“Are you hurt?” he asked urgently. “Is there a bump? Let me see.”

“Oh no, it’s fine.” She held her hand over her forehead, just above her right eye.

“Let me see,” he insisted. “Wait, you know my name. What’s yours?”

“Tamsyn,” she replied. “Sorry. Are you all right? Did you hit your head?”

“I’m fine. Got a head full of rocks anyway.”

“I know.” She gave him a wry grin.

Roman grimaced. “You might need an ice pack. Let me see.”

She shook her head, then grimaced. Alarm filled him. Had he really hurt her?

What an idiot he was! Why hadn’t he taken her shoes out of her bag more carefully?

“Remove your hand and let me see your head. Right now,” he commanded.

She shuddered.

Crap! Had he scared her? Seriously . . . he should be more careful with this new power he had. He didn’t know how potent it was.

But she slid her hand away.

“You really do have this sexy, bossy professor thing down. Do you ever wear glasses?”

“Uh, no, I have 20-20 vision,” he said, wondering if that would disappoint her.

“Thank God,” she exclaimed, surprising him. “Glasses would have been ASTF. System overload.”

“ASTF?” he queried as he examined her head. There was a red spot on her forehead that looked rather sore. But it didn’t appear to be raised or swollen.

Thank goodness.

“A Step Too Far.”

He gave her a surprised look as he grabbed her phone and handed it to her. It had a black case.

She seemed to really like black.

“I wasn’t aware that people gave that phrase an acronym,” he said as he set her shoes down and started undoing her shoelaces.

“Well, if by people you mean me. Then yes, we do.”

Oh, that was cute.

“You like acronyms?” he asked as he drew one skate off. Well, he tried to.

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