“Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome, Little Boy.” With one last kiss, I gently sat up. Henry huffed but got up as well. Charlie hissed at me, and I bent down and scratched his ear. “Don’t worry, buddy, I’ll be back this weekend.” Henry must have caught what I said because when I stood up, he smiled at me.
“Thank you for being a good Daddy to Charlie, too.”
“You’re welcome. Charlie is a cute cat.”
“Yeah, but he had a hard life.”
There was that pained expression again, and I wondered if that was a reason Henry had adopted the cat. Because they had so much in common? Both of them had a rough start to life. But after a moment, Henry smiled at me again. Obviously, the bad memory was forgotten or pushed aside. Henry led me to the door and pushed the button for the old industrial elevator. I turned so I could look at him.
“Are you ok like this? Will you know when I’ve left to set the alarm?”
“Yes, there’s a camera. I can see you leave the building.”
“Good.” I smiled and tucked away my worries. Why did he have enough security to rival Fort Knox? I mean, he lived here on his own, and it was an empty factory after all. But the security was still a bit over the top. However, I shouldn’t complain about it when it made Henry feel safe.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“Good night, my sweet Boy.” Gently I stroked his cheek and bent to give him another soft kiss. “Make sure to activate the alarm when you see me leave and head straight back up.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Henry smiled as if I’d just given him the most important order of the world.
“Do you have work to do, or are you heading straight to bed?”
“I need to work on some editing.”
“The typical writer’s life? Stay up late and sleep in?” Henry blushed, and when he shrugged, I knew that I was spot on with my guess. “I’ll still come over at nine on Saturday. But if you work late Friday, you’ll need to have a nap after lunch.”
“Will you stay with me? During my nap, I mean?”
“If you’re a good Boy, I’ll lie down with you, read you a story, and give you your bottle.”
“I’ll be the best Boy.”
“I’m sure you will.” I kissed him again, and this time I stepped back. “Now, go and get your editing done so you can go to bed.”
“Good night, Daddy.”
“Good night, Little Boy.” It was hard to turn around and leave, but I had to. It was getting late, and I had an important meeting at eight. As the elevator closed, I smiled at him. My sweet Boy smiled back and waved happily. God, I was already head over heels for him, and I couldn’t wait for the weekend.
Chapter 5
Henry
After Caden left the night before, I’d tried to get some work done, but it was useless. The events distracted me so much that I didn’t get a single word written or edited. Around midnight I gave up and went to bed, where I cuddled my stuffie, drank my bottle, and dreamed of Caden. Since I had such a good night's sleep, I was awake before nine in the morning. Caden was right. My typical routine had me in bed around four or five in the morning and got up sometime around midday. It was my usual rhythm, and a writer’s life as Caden had called it.
A picture of Caden popped into my mind, and it made me smile. Charlie sat with me on the island in my kitchen, and I fed him bits of my yogurt. What would Caden make me for breakfast? He seemed like the kind of Daddy who made waffles or pancakes with fruit. Caden made sure that I had eaten my salad last night because I needed something healthy. Frowning, I looked at my fridge and then my phone. Scrambling off the high stool, I grabbed Caden’s card off the refrigerator and quickly typed a message.
Henry: Do you want anything special for the weekend? I need to order groceries today to have them delivered tomorrow.
I hit send and waited, then reread the message and added a bit of information.
Henry: This is Henry.
Caden: I know it’s you, sweet Boy.
Henry: Hi.
Caden: Hi there yourself. You’re up early.
Henry: I went to bed after you left and had a good night’s sleep.
Caden: That’s good! You have breakfast yet?
Henry: I was just having some yogurt with blueberries when I thought about you. I wondered if you would make me waffles or pancakes this weekend, and then I remembered that I need to order groceries today, and then I thought about seeing if you wanted anything special. So, I just wanted to know so I will have everything you may need or want.
Damn. Maybe that was too much chatter. But instead of deleting the message, I sent it. Double Damn. What if he thought I was too eager or…Crap. He said he had an early meeting.
Henry: OMG, I am so sorry. Are you at your meeting? I’m so sorry! I’m going offline and leave you to it.
I put my phone down and sat back on my kitchen stool.
Shit, shit, shit. What did I do?
He’d told me about an important meeting, and then I went and interrupted it because of groceries. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Before I could talk myself into a panic attack, the lights on my phone blinked, and carefully I picked it up. Caden was asking for a video call. For a second, I thought about ignoring it, but ignoring Daddy was never a good idea.
I accepted the call, and when it connected, I could see Caden sitting in a leather chair. But what caught me totally off guard was how hot he looked. Damn. The dark suit complemented his
