Page 2 of Tempted By her Daddies

Sometimes he could kill him.

Salem knew that Alexei was just as frustrated with their lack of progress on taking down Pinky as he was. The cover that Alexei had built for so long, that had helped him infiltrate Pinky’s circle, had been completely blown.

Now, there was a target on his back. He couldn’t go undercover again for a long time. While his knowledge was helpful to the investigation, Alexei was a man of action.

There was nothing worse for Alexei than being stuck behind a desk.

However, that didn’t mean Salem was going to ignore the fact that Alexei was walking around naked.

In a house he shared with two other people.

“Why not?” Alexei asked as he stopped three stairs up, ensuring he towered above Salem.

Salem had learned a long time ago that Alexei wasn’t always as oblivious as he pretended to be. Sometimes, he was very, very calculated in what he did and said.

Which could be extremely . . . trying.

To say the least.

“Why not?” he repeated as he put his car keys in the small jade bowl on the hallway table. “Maybe because you live with two other people who don’t want to see your dick?”

“See something you like?” Alexei grinned. The glint in his eyes was hard.

He’s just looking for a fight.

You don’t need to give it to him.

Salem took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. When he’d been younger, he’d been a bit of a hothead.

It had nearly landed him in a lot of trouble so he’d worked hard to gain control of his temper.

However, there were times when he wasn’t successful. And most of those times were due to this man.

“No. Can’t say that I do.”

Okay. So he was no saint and he couldn’t help but take a dig at Alexei.

The Russian wasn’t at all bothered, though. He made a scoffing noise.

“You like what you see,” he said arrogantly. “You’re just too British to admit it.”

Salem sighed. “You’ve met my family and you can still say that? And I’m not fully British.” His father had been born here in the UK, but his mum immigrated here as a baby with her family from Kuwait.

“Doesn’t matter. You’ve lived here long enough and you’ve got the accent. I feel sorry for you.”

“You feel sorry for me?” Salem asked.

“Hmm, you’re sexually repressed.”

“I am not sexually repressed,” he countered.

“Sure you are. Otherwise, why would you have a problem with my dick?”

“I don’t have a problem with your dick,” Salem managed to get out. Although he might have cracked a tooth with how hard he was clenching his jaw.

“Good to know.” Alexei walked down the last of the stairs and headed his way.

Stand your ground.

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