Tempted by her Daddies: Chapter 53

The doorbell rang and she shook her head at Evette who was in the middle of making bread.

While Tamsyn watched her.

She and Evette had become good friends once Evette realized that Tamsyn didn’t want her job.

“I’ve got it! You keep working on that delicious bread.”

She opened the door to find an older man standing there with a friendly smile. “Hello.”

“Uh, hi. Can I help you?”

“Mark!” Salem walked up to them, grabbing the door and stepping slightly in front of her. “Sorry, I was just coming.”

“No problem. I was just going to introduce myself to . . .”

“Hi, I’m Tamsyn,” she said, reaching around Salem to hold out her hand.

Salem scowled down at her while Mark shook her hand. “I’m Mark Roberts. Nice to meet you, Tamsyn. Salem has been keeping you a secret. Oh, unless you’re with Alexei?”

She tilted her head to the side. “What about Roman?”

“You’re with Roman?” His eyes widened.

“Mark, come in. We have work to do,” Salem barked. “Tamsyn, I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Okay.”

To her surprise, Salem leaned down and kissed her cheek.

“Ahh, so she is with you. Sly dog!” Mark slapped him on the back.

“Mark,” Salem snarled.

Oh no. He was really mad. But Mark seemed to ignore him, smiling at her cheerfully. He appeared a bit oblivious.

“I’m sorry,” Mark said. “I’m just pleased to know that this guy isn’t all work and no fun. I haven’t known him that long, but he’s always so serious at work.”

“Salem is very dedicated to his job.”

“He sure is. So what do you do, Tamsyn?”

“Mark, in my office, now!”

“Sure thing, boss!” Mark saluted him and walked down the hallway, following him.

Tamsyn ran back to help Evette.

It was about an hour later when she was slicing some of the bread that Mark walked into the kitchen.

A bit weird.

But maybe he’d smelled the bread.

“All right, I’ve gotten all mixed up, I was trying to find the loo.”

“This place is a rabbit warren. It’s down this way. I’ll show you.” She put the knife down and stepped around the bench.

“You lived here long, Tamsyn?” he asked. “In London, I mean. I can’t quite place your accent.”

“Ahh, no, I haven’t,” she said.

“Sorry it’s been so cold lately. I would say it’s not usually like this, but I don’t like to lie.”

She grinned back at him. “Here is the door to the toilet.”

“Thanks, love. At least you’ll get some warmer weather when you go to Escana in a few weeks, huh?”

“Oh, I still haven’t made up my mind if I’m going.”

“No?” He gave her a surprised look. “I’d love to go. I hear it’s beautiful and the weather is amazing.”

“It would be nice to get out of this cold. I’ll see you later.” She walked back to the kitchen to hunt down her bread.

As she was munching on a piece of bread, Roman stepped into the room.

“Hi!” She smiled widely at him as she finished her last bite. She was sitting on the kitchen counter, waiting for Evette to return from the bathroom.

“Um, you’ve got a bit of butter here . . . and here . . .”

She tried to wipe at her mouth as he told her and he shook his head. “Wait, let me.” He grabbed a cloth and wet it before gently cleaning her up.

“Thanks,” she said as he wiped her hands clean.

“Not a problem, darling girl. I wanted to let you know that I’ve made a doctor’s appointment for you for the end of the week. I couldn’t get in any earlier.”

“I don’t want to go,” she said immediately.

He frowned. “You need to go. You haven’t been getting your period and it’s not healthy.” He leaned his hands on the counter, pressing into her without touching her. “And I want you to go.”

“Isn’t it my body?”

“It is,” he confirmed. “But you are also ours. If I wasn’t well, wouldn’t you want me to see a doctor?”

She sighed. “Don’t go using logic on me.”

He smiled and kissed her forehead.

“Oh, sorry! Uh, this is awkward.”

Roman shot back as Mark spoke. She glared over at the other man, even though it wasn’t really his fault. Although why he kept coming into the kitchen, she didn’t know.

“Mark, what are you doing here?”

“Just been meeting with Salem,” he said. “I’m about to take off. Wanted to say goodbye. See you, Tamsyn.”

“Bye.”

“I’ll see you out,” Roman said, looking surprisingly stern and unhappy. “Stay here, darling girl.”

“You got it!”

Roman returned about five minutes later. “He shouldn’t have been wandering around on his own.”

“He seems harmless enough. Although he’s probably wondering why I’m letting both you and Salem kiss me.”

“Let him wonder. There’s no law against it.”

“Whoa.” She fanned herself. “Roman the rebel. I like it.”

He rolled his eyes at her, but he was grinning.

“Next thing you know, you’ll be riding a motorbike without a helmet.”

Roman shook his head. “Now, that would just be dangerous and foolish. No chance of me doing that.”

No, not her Roman. He was too careful.

With himself and most definitely with her. So she guessed she could go to the doctor.

For him.

Because she would do anything for him.

“Have you found anything on O’Connor?” Salem asked Roman as he walked into his office.

Roman sighed. “Nothing. And it’s strange. Usually people have something bad to say about a person. No one is a saint and yet there is nothing about him.”

“He’s too aboveboard,” Salem said.

“Exactly,” Roman said. “Think we should ask Riordan about him?”

“No, I don’t want him to know we’re looking into him. I managed to get him off my case by saying that Ryiad was considering a trap for Pinky, but I don’t want him thinking that we’ve turned our attention away from Pinky to O’Connor. Besides, they’re half-brothers, he might feel more loyalty to O’Connor than the truth.”

Roman nodded. “I’ll keep looking into him on the side.”