Page 90 of Kept by her Daddies (Harem of Daddies)

She’d grabbed some spoons and put the entire thing out. Only Jack had picked up a spoon, the other two had opted to make themselves some sandwiches.

Boring.

She didn’t like the way Ian was staring at her torte. “I really think you should eat something healthy first.” He leaned out to grab the dessert.

Getting to her feet, she bent over it protectively, brandishing her spoon as a weapon. “My torte. Mine. You touch it, you die. I’ll scoop out your insides and give them to my cat.”

She made a mental note to buy a cat.

Ian frowned while Jameson gave her a shocked look. Jack just laughed.

“So vicious.” Jack helped her sit back as she felt her cheeks grow red.

“Um, it’s possible I just over-reacted a tad.”

“Ya think?” Ian asked dryly.

Jameson was still staring at her like he’d never seen her before.

Great. Way to make a good impression, Maggie. And on the guy who looks like a romance cover model come to life.

Shit. That’s why he looked familiar. He reminded her of a cover model on one of her favorite romance books.

All right, she knew that they were actual people, but she’d never met one. Until now. She sighed.

“Um, are you all right, Maggie?” Jameson asked.

“Your hair is so pretty.” She straightened. “I said that out loud, didn’t I?” Groaning, she went to slam her head on the table, just stopping before she smashed into the torte.

“If it helps, I like how vicious you are,” Jack whispered.

It didn’t.

Oh, who was she kidding? Yes, it did.

“I wasn’t vicious. I was just . . . defending my territory.”

“You’re both going to be ill,” Ian predicted as they ate some more.

“He’s just jealous because he can’t eat this without having to work out in the gym for four hours. He’s getting old,” Jack whispered.

“I’m the same age as you,” Ian protested.

“And yet . . . I look like this and you look like that. Sad how life ages some people. See, it’s all about your inner temperament. Who you are on the inside.”

Ian just glared at Jack.

“My point exactly,” Jack said.

She ate another spoonful to hide her grin. A low groan of pleasure escaped her. And, once again, all three men were staring at her.

“What? It’s good. Sorry. I’ll try to be quiet.”

“I like the noises you make,” Jack replied with a wink. “Be as loud as you want.”

Both Jameson and Ian scowled at Jack.

Jack took another spoonful of torte and let out a loud groan of pleasure.

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