Free Angel Falling by Audrey Carlan Page A

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    Even with all my success I’d never been able to fit into my parents perfect high society mold. I played the part well enough. Went to the functions, knew which fork went with what food, dressed appropriately. Yet, I still never fit in. The only place I’d ever been comfortable was at the head of a conference room table, planning, organizing and delegating. Being in control of my life and my company was top priority.
    And therein lay the problem with Hank. He made me feel things I’d never felt. Want to do things I wouldn’t normally do. He brought out a reckless side that was unfamiliar, somewhat dangerous. For the first time in my life I was nervous, uncertain about my footing. Walking into uncharted territory willingly.
     “Up and at ‘em!” Oliver cooed. He ripped the blanket off my body and tossed it to the floor leaving me bare-assed naked. Before I had the chance to complain he had me up and out of bed and into the bathroom. “Now make yourself pretty for our cowboy.” His grin was loaded with excitement. He practically hopped from foot to foot.
    “Our cowboy? I wonder how Hank would feel about a gay man sizing him up?”
    “Don’t know, don’t care. He’s as much mine as he is yours.” He grabbed a towel from the linen closet. “What’s yours is mine and what’s mine is mine, too!” He was in a saucy mood this morning.
    Butch, Hank’s dog entered the bathroom and walked over to the toilet. I’d forgotten he was here until he leaned over the bowl and proceeded to take messy slurps. Water sloshed all over the lid. Oliver and I watched the dog with matching horrified expressions. After two days of being around Butch, nothing surprised me about the animal. He’d already pissed off Gustav by digging in the trash and spreading it through the kitchen. Gustav asked me to board the dog or he’d quit. I gave him a raise and told him to deal with the mutt.
    “You know, I read an article somewhere that dogs don’t understand why their owners won’t let them drink out of the toilet because to them it’s like a big margarita bowl!” He tipped his head to the side as he watched the dog drink his cocktail.
    “That’s just sick. Now get out and tell Gustav that I’d like a cappuccino to go for me and one for Hank. I’d also like half a bagel with cream cheese, please. Oh, and make sure he feeds Butch.”
    “Yes, Princess. Your wish is my command.” He headed toward the door as I stepped into the shower.
    “No, my wish is your job. One you get paid damn well for!” I yelled over the water cascading down my back. “And take the dog with you!” The hot water soothed my aching muscles. I heard Oliver fighting with Butch just outside the room. He didn’t care for Oliver. Though he seemed to be fine with me as long as I gave him a good petting before bed and again when I got home. I’d actually started to take a liking to the mangy animal. He was sweet in a slobbery and hairy way.
    I finished my shower and threw on the matching black lace bra, underwear and stockings Oliver had left on the bed. Glancing in the freestanding mirror I inspected my form. I worked hard to stay in shape. My legs, arms and abs were all toned, belly flat. I was proud of the defined indent in my biceps. Nothing too bulky, but strong and feminine at the same time. My breasts were large but perky for their size.
    I turned around to view my backside relishing in the fact that my bum was tight and firm. It was my sexiest feature and the panties with the scalloped trimmed edge were doing wonders for my confidence. If Hank did end up seeing me in this, I think he’d be pleased.
    I slipped on a royal blue dress that hugged every curve. It was plain in the front with a scoop neck and fitted bodice. The back had an exposed zipper encased in leather running down the entire seam. Oliver called it the “business in the front, party in the back” dress.
    As I put my makeup on, Oliver came in and gestured for me to sit in the