Page 75 of Tempted By her Daddies

“I’m good at cleaning,” she protested rather than addressing the fact that he’d called her his girl.

Silence greeted her.

A damning silence.

Was she really that bad? A sliver of guilt filled her. She thought she’d been trying, but she had no interest in cleaning. And she’d been distracted.

Not that she could tell them that.

“I told you that I would leave,” she said to Salem. “You guys shouldn’t be paying me for a crappy job!”

“Well, soon we won’t be,” Alexei said. “And I’m pleased about that.”

Right.

“What Alexei means is that we were going to wait until we no longer employed you to talk about this because we didn’t want to blur the lines,” Salem said. “We didn’t want you to feel like you had to say yes to us to keep your job.”

“Yes?” she whispered.

“To being ours,” Roman told her.

“I thought we had already made that clear,” Alexei said. “Let’s stop beating the bush.”

“Um, do you mean beating around the bush?” she asked.

“Yes. We want you. You want us. We all know this. The three of us want you to be our girl.”

“You want to . . . to share me?” she asked. “The three of you? Is that something you’ve done before?”

“Never,” Salem told her. “I haven’t had a relationship in a long time. I’ve gone to the club to play but nothing involving commitment or caring. I just didn’t believe I had the time. My work was my life.”

“And you know about me,” Roman said shyly. “I’ve never really been that attracted to anyone. I don’t always like being touched. I certainly can’t do casual touch with people I don’t know. I’ve never been in a real relationship before. I might be crap at it.”

“You could never be crap at anything,” she told him fiercely. “Don’t speak about yourself like that.”

“But it’s all right for you to speak badly about yourself?” he asked in a stern voice.

She was aware of Salem’s surprised look and the way that Alexei tensed slightly. She was willing to bet that Roman hadn’t shown them this side of himself before.

“That’s different,” she said.

“No it isn’t, darling girl. It is exactly the same,” he told her. “And you are not allowed to do that anymore.”

“Then neither are you.”

“Deal.”

She stared down at him. Shit. What had she just agreed to?

“There will be consequences if you break this deal,” Alexei warned.

“Like what?” Her bottom clenched and he chuckled.

Drat. Of course he could feel that.

“I think I should sit on my own for this conversation,” she said, trying to wriggle off his lap.

He wrapped his thick arm around her waist, pinning her to him. “I think you should stay just where you are. I can get lots of information about what you’re really thinking from your body language.”

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