Catriona's Golden Angel [Prometheus in Chains 6] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Free

it carefully across her knees. His manners are something else.
    “Thank you, my Angel, you make me feel so very special.”
    “That’s because you are very special, Mistress Catriona.”
    She felt herself blushing . He’s a sub for God’s sake, why am I blushing at his comments?
    “What did you do before you became a pro Domme?”
    “The same as I do now. I am an accountant. I take care of the books at the club as part of my job.”
    “How did you become an accountant?”
    “I was born in Drumchapel, a poor area of Glasgow. At school I was good at Maths. My teacher, Miss Jepherson, helped me. She ran a youth club in the Drum and got me to join it. There she could help me more than at school. She encouraged me to work to better myself. When I left school she used her influence to get me a job where I could study for my accountancy exams.”
    “A remarkable woman.”
    “She is. I used to go and visit her every month. We had our special tea and discussed all manner of things. She taught me so much. She taught me manners, gave me advice on clothes, helped me to lose my broad accent and gave me confidence. I owe her a debt I can never repay.”
    “I’d like to meet her one day.”
    “I’d love you to meet her. You’d get on well with her.”
    “Are your family still in Glasgow?”
    “Yes, my parents still live in Drumchapel. They are happy there.”
    “May I have your phone numbers please, Mistress Catriona?”
    “This is my business card, I have written my personal numbers and e-mail address on the back,” she said as she offered him the small card. She noticed that he took out his wallet and tucked it carefully into one of the compartments. So it’s special for him, too.
    They parted. She went back to her flat in a daze. It had gone so well, and they seemed to hit it off to perfection. She told herself to go slow and see how it progressed . Will he come to the club tonight? How could he? He wasn’t a member, and the open night had been just that, a one-night taster.
    She went to the club, and spent a less-than-perfect evening.
    “Prometheus, if you’re short tonight, I can do dungeon monitor duty, for a while.”
    “That’s a blessing, Catriona, love. I am short until I get a replacement. That stupid bloody man who was on duty yesterday won’t be here tonight.”
    “I’m glad to hear that. I don’t think I could keep my hands off him. Whatever was he thinking?”
    “I’ve no idea. I told him he won’t be welcome here again. If he wants to come back to the club, in any capacity at all, he’ll have to prove he’s had retraining.”
    “Let’s hope it’s a long time before he decides to come back. We can well do without his sort, even if it means extra duty for the rest of us for a while.”
    By the end of the evening, Catriona was restless and wanted nothing more than to go home to bed. No sub had caught her eye, so she hadn’t done a scene, and, although she had watched a few, nothing had pleased her.
    She had e-mail waiting at home but only spam. As she didn’t need Viagra, or a penis enlargement, and had no account with the bank threatening to stop her account if she didn’t confirm her details, she deleted the lot and fell into bed. Her night was as restless as her evening had been. She awoke, still tired and pissed off with herself and the world in general. Time for coffee, before she bit off someone’s head. She was on her way to the kitchen, when the doorbell rang. Opening it, she was met by a bouquet with legs. She took it, thanked the girl, and carried it into the kitchen. There was a card, written in strong bold letters.
     
    Thank you for a perfect lunch. I would like to see you again if I may.
    Angel.
     
    Her eyes misted as she read the signature. The flowers were a mixed bouquet in shades of yellow and bronze, carnations and chrysanthemums being the predominant flowers. He was way too wise, then, to send red roses for a first date. Cautious but decisive, that was always a good