Sparkle

"Now look, sweetheart. I totally understand why you don't want a stranger washing your balls. But we're not strangers, now, are we? I love you. You love me."Georgina Loretta Thompson -- Poppy -- tried to breathe, but it was difficult with a hundred and eighty pounds of dead weight lying on her chest. Something dripped on her nose. She was pretty sure it was drool. Drool was the most logical assumption, when the big black oaf sprawled on her in a snoozing heap was a Newfoundland."I don't want to have to get tough about this," she crooned affectionately. "I know you're tired and you've been good forever. More than any human has a right to expect. But honestly, love bug, you're wet and heavy and we have to finish up. Your owner's going to be here in another hour."Beast seemed to realize she was unhappy with him. He reached down with a tongue longer than Poppy's whole face and, eyes closed, slathered a slow, wet kiss down her cheek."I love you, too. Really. But remember how we talked about this? I'm the alpha dog in the pack. That means you're supposed to obey me. In fact, you're supposed to cower in my presence. You don't just get to flop down on top of me whenever you want your own way.""That's it, Poppy, you tell that dog who's boss."Poppy winced. Naturally she recognized the gruff, humored voice in the doorway. She was too old to be humiliated this way. Or so she'd been telling herself ever since she'd taken the job with Webster O'Brien four years ago."I suppose you think I can't get this dog off me," she said darkly."It wouldn't be the first dog who had you buffaloed.""Beast does not have me buffaloed. I'm letting him take a little break. He's been good as an angel for hours. You saw him when he came in. He was a mess. Naturally he got tired of being groomed and cut and shampooed and fussed with all day.""Uh-huh. So he lay on top of you to take a nap. And to drool on your face. But that's totally your choice, right?""There was a reason I permanently gave up men and took up dogs," she told Beast. And then to her boss she said,"Did you come in here just to pour grief on my head or did you have another purpose?""I did. A serious purpose, actually. And I promise I'll tell you in a minute, but honest to Pete, I have to do this first." Her vision was blocked by Beast's big, heavy head, but she heard the click-click-click of a camera. "There now. That should be blackmail power for at least three months -- ""Did I mention recently that I think you're low-down pond scum?""I don't think it came up...since yesterday anyway." He snapped his fingers. "Now I remember why I first came in. You had a phone call."Poppy normally had more patience than Job, but Beast's heavy, damp weight was starting to get a wee bit claustrophobic. She tried a tactful shove. It had the same effect as dust moving a mountain. "Since when would you interrupt your day to tell me I had a phone call?""Well, Tommy had homework, so I told him he could go home, and Lola Mae left a half hour ago. And King Tut's owner finally came in to pick him up, so I was getting ready to leave myself when the phone rang. I knew you were tied up with Beast here, but your caller didn't want to leave a voice mail. He was real urgent about wanting you to call him back, still today or tonight if you can.""That's weird.""Yeah, that's how it sounded. And it was a lawyer, besides.""The only lawyer I know has a pit bull," she started to say, and Web obviously couldn't let that go."The only lawyer I knowisa pit bull." He laughed at his own joke and then peered over her head with that big, shaggy St. Bernard head of his. "Would you like some help?""Have you ever seen me need help with an animal? I'm completely in control of the situation." Damn it. She was forty-two years old. Her clothes were soaked. Her hair and skin were damp and smelled like dog. Her back hurt. Her knees hurt. She'd never given a hoot about her aGreene, Jennifer is the author of 'Sparkle', published 2006 under ISBN 9780373881000 and ISBN 0373881002.