Page 8 of Daddy's Protection
He made himself comfortable and waited. A moment later, he was listening to her recall the mysterious events that had transpired earlier in the evening. Isaiah never put much stock in the supernatural. Nothing he heard now changed that, either.But he was certain of one thing: Cami truly believed she’d seen those ghosts.
Years on the LAPD had honed his BS detector. He prided himself on being able to spot dishonesty. The Little before him was telling the truth. At least, she believed she was.
“That sounds very scary. I’m sorry you had to go through that.”
She sat up straighter. “You believe me? I thought you’d think I was crazy.”
Offering her a reassuring smile, he said, “You experienced something terrifying. Now it’s up to me and the Daddy Guard to figure out exactly what it was and ensure it doesn’t happen again. We’ll protect you.”
This seemed to calm her a bit, but he could still feel the energy pulsating off her.
Cami was amped up.
He supposed he would be, too, if he thought he saw a ghostly dancing couple and a lady that turned into a ghastly skeleton.
Flashing her a smile, he continued. “But if the threat is supernatural, you’d need a priest. Not the Guard. I can introduce you to mine. Though he’s an Episcopalian. I think ghosts respond better to the Catholic ones. At least in the movies.”
Cami laughed, a sound that was music to Isaiah’s ears.
“I think I need the Guard right now.”
He nodded. “I’m here. And me and the Guard are going to help you.”
“Thank you.” Silence fell over them for a few heavy moments before she spoke again. “I don’t know how I’ll sleep. I have work tomorrow…” She was clearly talking more to himself than she was to him.
“You’ll sleep at our mansion,” Isaiah stated.
He realized he should ask her if she wanted to, but those Daddy instincts were still raging, and he just wanted to make sure she got the rest she needed.
But he didn’t want to scare her, too. She’d had enough of that. So, he added, “If you want to.”
“Yes, Sir. And thank you.” She twisted her hands while she thought for a moment. “I’ll have to come back here eventually.”
We’ll see about that, Isaiah thought with a faint smile.
You might just live with me forever, cutie.
“Just focus on tonight,” he told her. “And we can worry about everything else later. I’ll have questions and the Guard will investigate. But right now, you need some sleep.” He stood. “You ready?”
“Yes, Sir. Let me grab my stuff,” she said.
“Do you need me to go with you?”
Cami shook her head. “I think I’m good.”
“I’ll wait right here then.”
He stood while she hurried up the stairs.
“Don’t run, honey. You might fall,” he called when she was halfway up.
Again, he hoped he wasn’t pushing things.
“Yes, Sir.” She slowed down considerably.
You need to rein that in, Isaiah. Don’t Daddy this girl too hard. She’s not your Little.
Not yet, at least.
