Page 147 of Tempted By her Daddies

“I do believe we’ve already told you that you’re amazing, beautiful, courageous, and smart, haven’t we? And we will keep saying it until you believe it. You’re the first person who Roman has wanted to touch or have touch him. You’re the first person in a long time that has brought out Alexei’s softer side, who he’s actually paid real attention to. And you’ve made me smile. The only other person who has made me smile recently is my sister. But these feelings I have toward you are anything but brotherly. So saying that you’re not special or that we shouldn’t want you . . . it insults the three of us. Do you understand? And will only result in you getting a hot bottom.”

“Okay, Sir.”

But that didn’t feel right. She really wanted to call him Daddy.

He kissed her forehead and moved back to cooking.

“I guess I am pretty wonderful,” she said as she swung her legs again.

He turned and gave her a pointed look. “That’s one.”

“One? One what?” she asked, confused.

“One punishment. You were warned against swinging your legs in case you hurt your feet, weren’t you?”

“I might have been,” she prevaricated.

“Might have been? Are you trying to tell me that you can’t remember me warning you against doing that just five minutes ago?”

“It wasn’t five minutes ago! It was at least ten, perhaps even fifteen.”

“Ahh. So you do remember.” He poured the egg mixture into the pan before turning to give her a stern look.

“Well, if I did remember then I would tell you that it was at least fifteen minutes ago, not five.”

“And that makes all the difference?” he asked.

“Sure. Because there is a statute of limitations on how long I hafta remember things.”

Whoa.

That sounded strange coming out of her mouth. She’d sounded so young.

And yet it also sounded exactly right.

“I’m pretty sure that there is no statute of limitations on how long you have to remember the rules,” he replied as he folded the egg mixture over.

Wow.

He was like a proper chef. It was hot.

Especially since she could barely cook toast. It always came out crispy.

It’s because toasters had it out for her.

“Um, toasters have it out for you?” he asked, looking slightly concerned.

Shoot.

“I said that out loud, huh? That was more of an internal thought. It wasn’t really intended for external conversation.”

An amused look filled his face. “Do you often have internal thoughts like that?”

“Well, not that often. But occasionally.”

He plated up the omelet.

“Where’s yours?” she asked.

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