Page 8 of Soothe Me, Daddy
“It’s something to speak to the warehouse about when we go visit them.”
Henley worked solidly for the next few hours, chatting about anything and everything that came to mind. Several times throughout the morning, Isaac retrieved hot or cold drinks for them and ensured that Henley took breaks. If Henley had been alone, he would’ve continued working and probably finished it all before stopping for anything. Inwardly, he glowed from the care Isaac showed. He decided it must come naturally to Isaac, possibly because he had younger siblings. No doubt, he spent his time taking care of them when he was younger, as well as now.
When their day ended, Henley had met a huge number of people, engaging with each one he could and helping them find their uniform, checking that they fit and ordering new if not. As he packed away their order forms, Henley exhaled.
“You alright?” Isaac asked, appearing next to him.
Henley smiled and nodded. “Yeah. I am. This was amazing.”
Isaac’s mouth curled. “I knew you’d be a natural.”
Ducking his head away from the scrutiny and compliment, Henley closed the bag. “All set.”
Isaac silently observed Henley for a moment before he inclined his head and indicated the door with a wave of his hand. “After you.”
On the journey home, Henley was quieter than usual. The day, however great as it had been, was tiring, and he was ready for sleep. The scenery passed by in a blur of green interspersed with grey as they raced down the motorway towards home.
“Henley?”
Henley blinked his eyes open, lifting his head with a wince when his neck protested loudly. Yawning and rubbing a hand over his face, he tried to get his bearings. Glancing across at Isaac, he saw a line appear between his brows as Isaac studied him.
“Sorry. Guess I was more tired than I thought.” Henley peered at their surroundings, finding them parked outside his house. “How long did I sleep for?” He turned back to Isaac with raised eyebrows.
“Around an hour. You might want to head straight to bed when you get in; otherwise, you will end up with a headache for sleeping so little after such a long day. Try not to do anything to perk you up too much. Maybe clean up and get some sleep. It’s been a long day.”
Henley nodded, his brain not functioning yet. “I will,” he said distractedly.
“I’ll pick you up again tomorrow, same time. Alright?”
Henley nodded again.
“Henley?” He focused on Isaac’s face. “Go straight to bed, okay?”
The forcefulness of Isaac’s words pierced the cloud surrounding his brain, and Henley answered, “Yes, sir,” before he even realised what he was going to say. Eyes widening, Henley murmured, “Thanks,” and got out of the car, wrestling with his bags. When they finally came free with Isaac’s help, Henley waved and whirled around.
As he climbed the steps to his sanctuary, he thought about what Isaac said. He could feel pressure behind his eyes, so he knew a headache would be coming just as Isaac predicted. Henley locked the door behind him, dropped his bags by the door and strode for the bathroom. After a quick visit, he trudged to his room and stripped, throwing his clothes in the vicinity of the wash basket. He faceplanted on his bed, then struggled to get the covers from underneath him, cursing himself for not moving them before he laid down.
Thankful that his alarm was programmed to ring every weekday, so he didn’t have to remember to set it, he tucked the duvet around him, resting one hand under his pillow as he nestled into it.
Exhaling deeply, Henley smiled as he remembered Isaac’s words. Obeying him was something Henley had no problem doing, in fact, he relished the idea of doing it. He only hoped it would continue, and potentially, become more. From what he’d seen of Isaac’s behaviour today and factoring in what Henley had witnessed previously, Isaac would make a fantastic Daddy.
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Chapter 4
Isaac
As the weeks passed, Isaac determined several things about Henley. Firstly, he was a quick learner. Everything Isaac explained to him was picked up straight away with rare occurrences when it needed repeating. Secondly, Henley was a social butterfly. He could coax the quietest employee out of their shell enough to get the job done with the least amount of fuss. Thirdly, he could talk the ear off anyone in the vicinity. Finally, and possibly the most important, at least to Isaac, Henley was the most obedient person Isaac had ever met. Even his past partners had nothing on Henley.
And damn if he didn’t want to see how far that obedience went.
He didn’t test it, though.
Isaac pulled up outside Henley’s house. The executives were heading for a bar in Cambridge city centre that night, and Isaac was the designated driver for five of them, with Blake driving the other four. The bars were used to their little group now as they always visited the same venues, although alternating between them each time.
Isaac climbed the step to get to the front door and pressed the doorbell.
“Hold on!” Henley shouted from inside, and Isaac’s mouth twitched at the usual exuberance.
