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FREE READS By Lizzie T. Leaf CHAPTER THREE Rand laid his head in Amanda’s lap and rolled his brown doggy eyes up at her as his short tail drummed the leather couch. The past few days he’d watched the gentle care she gave all her patients and the concerned manner in which she handled the pet owners in difficult situations. When she looked at him so lovingly with those large violet eyes, his heart did little flip-flops. “You know, Alistair, I can’t believe how much I’ve come to care about you in such a short time. Your company makes evenings more pleasant around here. I never realized how lonely it is. Let’s hope no one responds to the ad I placed in the paper. That way I can lay permanent claim to you.” Goddess, I hope not. You’re one hot lady and I’d love to stay around you, but not in the body of a frigging dog, no matter how cute you think I am. Rand closed his eyes as her fingers worked their magic behind his ears. Where did she come up with the name Alistair? She almost gave him a heart attack when she decided on his new name. If she only knew how close she’d come to Randall McAllister’s name. “Well buddy, I need to get my butt in gear. My date will be here before I’m ready, if I don’t get a move on.” Amanda leaned over and placed a kiss on top of his furry head and Rand rewarded her with a doggy smooch in return. How he wished his human lips met hers instead of the soft contact on his nose. Date? That’s right; she said she has a dinner date tonight. Jealousy surged through him and since he couldn’t tell her how he felt, he dived on a sofa pillow, to vent his frustration. The unfortunate stuffing became the victim of pent up doggy anger. “Stop it. Bad dog.” Amanda took the pillow from him. “You’ll be fine for a few hours alone. Now behave yourself.” She headed for the bedroom, unbuttoning her blouse as she went. Rand flung himself down on the sofa to sulk. He’d forego the chance to watch Amanda undress. He didn’t need the stimulation of her nude body as she got ready for some other man to fondle her. Come on fool. She thinks you’re a dog and you need to figure out how to turn back into a man. A few days of romping around on four legs, lifting your hind leg on bushes and trees and having someone clean up after you when you take a dump on the lawn is one thing. But, it’s not the life you want forever. Damn, I even sniffed smells I didn’t know existed. Amazing how strong my sense of smell has become. The grossest part is being able to lick my own ass and balls. Hell, I can’t control myself when the urge hits, but then my pecker pops out and it gets licked too. Yuk! I will admit it has a certain feel of pleasure. Plus, I can think of a few guys who’d love the ability to get their mouths on their privates if they could. The jerks who always complain about women who can’t give a decent blow job. Maybe if they could manage do it themselves they’d discover the perfect technique. Eeewww. He was actually sitting here thinking about how good it felt to lick himself. This dog business has gone on long enough. I need to find my empty-headed sisters, if they haven’t killed each other with their fights, and make them fix their screwup. Simma has his hands full in any attempts to referee those two, or should that be his paws full. Can dogs grin? I think I just grinned at my own joke. The doorbell announced the arrival of Amanda’s date and a whiff of her perfume tickled his nose as she walked by to get the door. “Phil, hi. Come in, I’m running a little behind. Keep Alistair company while I finish. I’ll only be a sec.” Both pairs of male eyes watched the sway of her hips as she pulled the satin robe tighter with her exit. Once Amanda was no longer visible, Rand turned his attention to the intruder. Women probably consider him handsome with his slick polished appearance. Yeah, he’s slick all right Starting with the coifed brown hair shot with streaks of sunlight from a bottle, down to his wing tipped shoes. Hell, bet that walking ad for tooth whitening smile is as fake as the highlights. Looks more like he works for a mobster than the financial firm Amanda mentioned earlier. “Well pooch, guess it’s just you and me for awhile. The fake suntanned male sneered down at the animal he so obviously considered beneath him. “Does the lady have anything to drink around here stronger than water?” Rand watched as the competition made his way toward the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. “She does have lousy taste in beer. I don’t think she’ll mind if I help myself to one. Do you?” He found an opener in a drawer and levered the cap off the microbrew that happened to be Rand’s favorite. “I’m ready.” Amanda stood in the door and smiled at the pig as he swilled her beer. How can she be fooled by this jerk? What happened to the smart woman I’ve spent the last few days with? Maybe women are as bad as men. Instead of a pair of big boobs, give them some muscle bound oaf and they forget they have a brain. Their thinking can go south too, only they don’t erect a tent pole to reflect it. “Be a good boy, Alistair.” Wow, she actually remembered him. Amazing the way she seemed to focus on Pretty Boy’s arm wrapped around her. Enough of this crap. I’m not going to lie around here tonight with a hard-on. Rand darted across the room to the couple before they departed and wrapped his front paws around Phil’s ankle. Maybe he couldn’t shout ‘fuck you’ like he wanted to, but the humping he gave the owner of the expensive brown slacks left no doubt in his doggy mind he got his point across. Amid Amanda’s shrieks to stop and swearing from the victim, Rand knew double satisfaction when he allowed his load to shoot against the fabric. “God damned, dog. Look what he did to a five hundred dollar pair of pants. I’ll kill the little son-of-a-bitch.” Rand zipped across the room when Phil took a swipe at him. “No. Phil, let’s just go.” She pulled on the large man’s arm. “I’ll pay to have your pants cleaned. It’s only a little semen and will come out.” Amanda hustled the angry man to the door. She paused and shot a dark look over her shoulder in the dog’s direction. “You and I will discuss this later.” Talk all you want if I’m here, baby. Damn, I need to find a way to get home and quick. Though the main thing here is to determine where I am so I can figure out where home is. Amanda shook her finger at Rand and tried to keep a firm tone to her voice. “Alistair, you were a very bad boy last night. What got into you?” Lipid dark pools stared back at her with a hint of defiance. Surely, she imagined the anger she saw there. Dogs didn’t respond with attitude over being chastised. If anything, their normal response appeared as a hurt look and cowering. “You know, we would have had this conversation last night if I hadn’t been so tired when I got home.” Alistair continued to stare and she was sure her imagination heard the ‘humpf’ directed toward her. “Phil seems like a nice guy and I could use a nice man in my life. I’m sure he has a few flaws, after all he’s human, but given the horse’s ass I wasted five years on he’s a jewel.” A rumble emitted from the throat of the little black dog. “Don’t grumble at me. I swear, sometimes you act almost human.” She plopped down on the couch beside him, reached over and pulled the Scottie onto her lap. “And the worst part is you act like a man.” She smoothed back the wiry eyebrows, not sure how he could see with the long strands hanging down over his eyes. Maybe she should trim them, but it was fun to sit and twirl them around her fingers. Besides, cutting them meant she would have to get up and find the scissors and right now she didn’t have the energy. “Don’t ever act like a man my sweet baby.” She leaned over and planted a kiss on the warm nose. A tear slid down her cheek at the thought of her lack of success in the romance department. “Yeah, I can just see your reaction to the Dick Wad if you met him. He used to complain if I didn’t take a shower and change my clothes before I came home from work. Said I smelled like animals.” The dark chocolate eyes watched her mouth and Amanda knew the furry creature in her lap understood what she told him more than any man. “You wouldn’t be in my life if he still lived here.” She paused, the fights with Jess over pets in the house flooded back. “I had a cat when I met him. He insisted the cat go or he wouldn’t move in. Do you believe I took my cat to the clinic and he became the office greeter?” Alistair’s blink encouraged her to continue. “Plus, if I didn’t rearrange my schedule to meet his whims, he’d pitch a fit. Sometimes he’d spend two or three days not saying a word to me, then bless me with a cold, sullen stare when I tired to talk to him.” She smiled as the pointy fur covered ears perked up. “Talk about the desire not to come home. When we hit those periods of our idyllic life, I’d make up as many excuses as I could to work late. Pretty bad when a veterinary doctor wishes for an emergency to keep her at the clinic longer, isn’t it?” The short pointy tail beat on the couch in what she took to be an affirmative answer. “When we went to parties, I may as well have been alone. The minute we walked through the door he headed for the bar and I spent time with my friends. By the time we left, he’d be in no condition to drive.” The warm body in her lap pressed closer and whined. The need to show affection to someone caused Amanda to hug the animal to her chest. “Okay, enough of this pity party.” “Then again, maybe I should listen to you about this Phil thing. I know animals have excellent people instincts. You’re probably a better judge of men than me.” Giggles erupted when the fur blanket in her lap jumped up to slather her face with doggy kisses. “Stop, stop. Man, do we have to do something about your breath. I think you need a different dog food. Maybe we’ll get one that cleans tarter because you have a severe case of halitosis my friend.” The hurt look in his eyes caused her to pull him close for another hug. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. You’re a dog and with some of the stuff you put in your mouth I’m always amazed when I read statistics on dogs having cleaner mouths than humans.” She grabbed his head on either side and forced him to look at her. “Alistair, I really need you to be nice to Phil. Give the guy a chance, since I am. Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I got laid?” Alistair’s resistance when she held his head caused her to release him. “No, probably not and to tell you the truth it’s been so long I don’t recall.” She reached out to the dog again, only to have him butt her hand away. Very puzzling behavior for an animal, then again this dog wasn’t like most of the ones she treated. “You have to understand I’m not a one night stand sort of girl. I don’t jump into bed with a guy on the first date, no matter how horny I am. There’s a need to feel the relationship will go someplace or at the very least has the potential to evolve into more than a wham-bam thank you ma’am.” The whine emitted by Alistair sounded almost human and he crept forward to lay his head in her lap again. Why couldn’t she meet a man who understood her the way her dog did? Her dog? How quickly she’d come to think of the little Scottie as hers. If the owners turned up, Amanda knew she’d be as heartbroken at his loss as she would over the loss of a lover. “So what do you say? Will you cut Phil some slack until I figure out how things are going here?” The little pink tongue tickled her fingers which she took to be a yes. “Okay then, what say we go to bed and snuggle. Enough of a walk down memory lane tonight, don’t you agree.” The dog shot off the couch, ran to the bedroom door and turned to encourage her to hurry. “I swear, sometimes I think you’re human.” Amanda turned out the lights, looking forward to the warm body stretched out beside her in bed. She shook her head when she walked into the bedroom and found Alistair on the bed waiting and sighed. “Too bad, you’re not a man tonight though. Hot sex might help me feel better.” |