Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
As usual, his girl had worked her magic on him.
After brushing his teeth, he walked back into the bedroom, he found her in the middle of the bed with Salem curled around her.
“She’s asleep. Poor girl was exhausted.”
Alexei climbed into bed. “Yeah.” He brushed her hair off her face.
“You feeling better?”
“Yep,” he replied. The last thing he wanted was a touchy-feely talk with Salem. “She was shocked by her period. Didn’t know it was coming because she hasn’t had one in a year.”
“Fuck,” Salem swore. “That’s not normal.”
“No. We need to get her to see a doctor.”
Salem sighed. “I’ll work on it.”
Sometime in the night, she rolled into him, putting her hand down on his cock. He let out a small groan.
“I’m sorry you can’t sleep with your cock inside me,” she said sleepily.
So was he.
Although . . .
“No reason why I can’t.”
“Um, except for the mess.”
“I don’t care,” he replied. “But if you do, I can wait.”
He’d wait forever for her.
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?”