On the surface, Isaac was the one who suited her. Isaac would happily the hermit life in a cabin in the woods. He’d chop wood and fix things and fuss over her. And she’d be free to be herself. She could write, she could let her Little side have free rein.
He couldn’t give her any of that. He lived in the city. He had a career that he loved, mostly, he had people he cared about, sort of, he had a life here. He wasn’t about to give that up…
Not even for Caley?
This was ridiculous. There was nothing he could offer. And if he’d have tried to fight for her, he’d have lost his brother.
What if you could have both?
It was something that he kept going back to. It wasn’t just a relationship with Caley he desired. He loved his brother. When they’d managed to move past their issues, they’d worked well together.
You could love her together. Dominate her together. Take care of her together.
He groaned. It was madness. Okay, so he’d done it before, but only for a few months.
And not with Issy and Caley.
There was another problem as well, though. He wasn’t a Daddy Dom.
But couldn’t you be? The idea doesn’t freak you out. Just because you never have been doesn’t mean that you couldn’t be. For her.
Or at the very least he could dominate her in the bedroom. Even he could see she desperately needed rules and for someone to enforce those rules. He would very happily spank that delicious ass if she was naughty.
He sighed. He had to stop thinking of her.
Maybe he should head to the club tonight. Get out of his own head. Find a brat to spank.
And pretend she was a certain sweet, absent-minded blonde-haired poppet.
Damn it. He needed to know she was all right. He walked back to his desk and grabbed his cell. If he called her, though, he might interrupt her work.
Instead, he brought up his brother’s name. The call went immediately to voicemail. That wasn’t unusual, Isaac wasn’t generally one for socializing. He often went days without returning a call.
His phone buzzed in his hand and he was surprised to see her name on the screen.
“Caley? Is everything all right?”
“Archer, umm, hi.”
“Hi, love.”
“I was calling because I received a new microwave and a washing machine/dryer combo.”
“Oh good, they arrived.”
“Archer, you shouldn’t have bought that for me. It’s too much.”
“It’s not too much. It’s entirely necessary. Did they set them up for you?”
“Umm, they set the washer up.”
“Let Issy set up the microwave, it’s too heavy for you to be carrying.”
“Oh, Issy isn’t here right now.”
“He’s not? Where is he?” he demanded.
The door to his office opened and his assistant walked in with a cup of coffee for him, but he ignored her.