Catriona's Golden Angel [Prometheus in Chains 6] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Clair de Lune

latest medical report. He’s had a recent checkup at his doctor’s and I want a copy of it. Can you get it?”
    “Certainly I can. Is there any time constraint?”
    “Just do it as soon as you can. Ring me when you’re ready to report. Speak only to me and tell no one else you are a private investigator, when you call this house. Don’t come to the house for any reason, unless I arrange it with you. No one else must know about the investigation.”
    One week later he called her and told her he had what she needed. She arranged for him to call when her husband was out. He handed over the folder. She looked at it quickly then gave him the cheque and he left. When he’d gone she opened the folder and looked at the pictures. She was shocked. Her beautiful son was dressed only in a thong, he had a collar like a dog around his neck. She was dressed in some weird corset and a leather skirt and boots. She held a lead which was attached to the collar around Adrian’s neck.
    Oh no! This couldn’t be happening. What had that dreadful woman got him into? He’d be ruined if it got out. He’d be a laughingstock. She herself would never hold up her head again. Her friends would be appalled. She had to think. It had to stop, but how?

Chapter Nine
     
    Angel wanted her to move in with him. Her flat was small and nothing special.
    She’d said she intended to move someday, so why not now? he thought . His flat was large enough for them both, and certainly, she liked it.
    Was she ready for such a move? he wondered. Well, he would never know if he didn’t ask. He decided to arrange a special meal and put the question to her.
    He ordered fresh flowers. He chose the carnations and chrysanthemums in autumn colours that she’d liked, when he sent her the first flowers. He decided to cook for her himself. As a starter he would serve tiger king prawns, to be arranged neatly in a wheel shape, and served with aioli. The main course would be Suffolk pork chops, with caramelised apple wedges. He’d cook asparagus and broccoli as accompaniments, and maybe duchesse potatoes. As a dessert they would have an ice-cream sundae. He had a good Rioja he’d been saving for a special occasion. They didn’t get more special than this.
    Even though he would see her in the club that night, he rang Mistress and asked her to a special dinner in two days’ time. That would give him time to shop. She said she’d be delighted, so he began to plan. There was another surprise he had to prepare. He picked up the phone and made the call.
    Two evenings later Catriona rang the doorbell. Angel answered in black, tight-fitting slacks and a deep blue silk shirt, with the long sleeves neatly rolled up to reveal his strong, muscular arms, lightly dusted with fine blond hairs. The shirt neck was open, and the column of his throat revealed that he wore her collar with the little cat on the disc. He raised her hands to his lips and kissed each finger, all the while gazing into her eyes.
    “Welcome, Mistress,” he said.
    He took her deep topaz velvet evening coat and hung it up. Underneath, she wore a formfitting dress of the same velvet. It was long, reaching to her ankles, but it had a slit up the side that reached midthigh, and showed an expanse of slim leg when she walked. Her shoes had four-inch heels and were of deep amber leather. Her beautiful hair was coiled at her nape, and confined in a sort of filigree net. Her necklace was of silver and amber and the long drop earrings matched. Her perfume was the usual, Issey Miyake. He preferred Dune, and he would buy her a bottle to try. He was convinced it would smell really delicious on her. He liked Issey Miyake, but he wanted her to have a choice. He turned from hanging the coat, took her in his arms, and just held her close, breathing in her unique scent, and revelling in the clean, fresh smell of her hair. All this was his, he thought.
    He escorted her to the dining area, his hand in the small of her back. He