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Henley grinned at the response. So like Isaac.
I’ll be ready x
He heard the front door open and his sisters’ voices floating up the stairs as they climbed, chatting constantly.
“Hey, girls. Thanks so much for this.” Henley was suddenly extremely glad he’d put boxers on before he’d called them, they didn’t need to see his ass moonlighting as a rescue beacon.
“You know we love to help choose outfits. So, where are you going, and who is it with?” Arianne said, lying on her side on Henley’s bed.
Henley proceeded to tell them all about Isaac, minus the spanking, and what he’d said in the message as they worked through his wardrobe choices.
“How about your skinny leather trousers with a white shirt, cinched with a large black belt. The shirt sleeves could be rolled up your forearms so your bangles will show. Then you can add some darker shading to your face and eyes to make you more mysterious looking.” Ariel waved her hands across her face as if to demonstrate mystery, but it just set them off laughing.
Once they recovered, Henley agreed. “That sounds good. We’ll do it. He’s picking me up at six, so I need to be buffed and ready before that.”
“You have us to help. You’ll be fine. First thing, though. Go get in the shower and get shined up. We can see what we have to work with.” Arianne stood, heading to his dresser.
After scrubbing himself raw, Henley dried off and pulled on some clean boxers. He returned to his bedroom to find the girls arguing over two white shirts.
“It needs to be looser to get the right image!” Ariel insisted, waving one shirt.
Arianne shook her head. “No, tighter will show off his body to the best advantage.”
“For twins, you certainly don’t have the same opinions. Doesn’t the world think twins are the same in every way?” He chuckled. “All I need to do is show them you two, and everyone’s beliefs would be thrown upside down.”
“Shut up!”
“Hey, that’s no way to talk to your brother!” he joked. He pulled on some pyjama bottoms and walked back out of the room, yelling over his shoulder, “If either of you wants lunch, I would come and tell me what you want. I’m calling an order in now.”
As he knew they would, they were by his side within seconds. He placed the order with the local deli who delivered. While they waited, he made some tea and coffee. His sisters—all four of them—lived on coffee and couldn’t stand tea while he was the other way round.
Lunch was spent catching up on his sisters’ lives, who lived quite separately. They shared the same house, but that was as far as it went. Arianne worked in a beauty salon, doing makeup and nails, whereas Ariel worked as a receptionist for a large manufacturing company. Arianne liked to go clubbing with her friends, whereas Ariel preferred the cinema or staying home with hers. Even when they were little, their dads would receive comments about why they were not dressed in the same clothes because it was “so cute,” but they had insisted on the girls having their own identity, one separate from their twin.
Once the trio had filled their stomachs, they began the long road to getting him ready. It took longer than usual because they could never agree on things, and there was always an argument before a decision was made, usually by Henley. He never complained, though. He loved that they were here with him.
Ariel had lost the battle with the shirt. She concentrated on making sure every hair on his head was in the correct place, spraying it until Henley was sure it would crack if so much as a breeze touched it. Arianne, on the other hand, made sure to make his face match his outfit and hair colour. She needed to fix a couple of his nails, too. Working with boxes did not make his manicure last as it had done before.
When he was ready, apart from his clothing, he checked his reflection, marvelling at Arianne’s ability to make his eyes look smoky, yet blue. It looked like his eyes were sparkling, which they quite possibly were. Clothes were next.
It was only after he was going to put the trousers on that he realised he needed to go commando. He had never dressed privately before. They had always been happy to dress in front of each other, and it would look suspicious if he did it now.
He shrugged as he dropped his boxers. Let the questions commence.
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Chapter 6
Isaac
Isaac waited on the step outside Henley’s door. He’d rung the bell and received a female shout asking him to wait, so he stood there, flicking the keys around in his hand. He was surprisingly nervous about this date. The conversation he planned to have with Henley hadn’t been vocalised for many years, and Isaac was a little unsure about Henley’s reaction to it.
He knew from Henley’s behaviour over the past five weeks that he was a Daddy’s dream boy, but that didn’t mean Henley knew anything about the lifestyle and what was involved. There were two ways this conversation could go after he explained what a Daddy and boy relationship was: either Henley would look at him as if he was delusional, which had happened in the past, or he would accept what he’d been told and be willing to try.
They would have to traverse the work route carefully. As far as Isaac was aware, there were no rules about workplace romances, but he wasn’t certain. Once he knew where their relationship stood, he would make sure to speak to Mr Sanders and explain the situation. Everything needed to be out in the open. He refused to hide. Although the decision to show or hide what type of relationship they had would be up to Henley.
The sound of the door opening brought his attention back to the house. A female with striking blue eyes and long blonde, wavy hair stood with her hand on her cocked hip as she tilted her head to study him.
“You must be Isaac,” she said, indicating for him to enter.
