Ain't No Other Man & Lady
By: Elizabeth Gentile
I could feel it from the start, Lady, when you're with me I'm smiling,
Couldn't stand the be apart, Give me all your love,
Something about you caught my eye; Your hands build me up when I'm sinking,
Something moved me deep inside! Just touch me and my troubles all fade.
Dwight had managed to drive Angela to church on time and drive himself to the office without Michael thinking it was suspicious. Michael and Hank the security guard were the only ones there until Dwight came; Michael didn't explain to him why we needed to come in on a Sunday. Dwight entered Dunder Mifflin, waving to Hank as he walked in. Hank looked up and nodded, he wasn't the least bit surprised that Dwight was here on a Sunday. Hank however was called in by Michael, for reasons he didn't care to know. Dwight took the elevator up, usually he would take the stairs but he was very tired from last night. It's not like he and Angela did anything that bad, all they did was make out. Dwight finally reached the right floor and stepped out of the elevator, no lights were on except the lights in their office. Dwight opened the door to their office, it was deadly quiet. Dwight tip-toed into the room, who knows who could of snuck up into the office. Dwight snuck around until he reached Michael's office; Michael was inside sitting at his desk. Dwight knocked on the door; Michael looked up and waved to Dwight, allowing him to come in. Dwight opened the door and smiled; if there was someone he completely trusted it was Michael Gary Scott. "Hello Michael," Dwight greeted as he walked over to Michael's desk. "Hey Dwight, glad you could make it," Michael responded as he patted Dwight's hand. "Why did you call me in? Is there something you need done?" Dwight asked, hoping that his task wasn't as big or elaborate as Michael liked to make them. "I need you to get the party supplies from Angela's desk drawer," Michael responded as he turned his computer monitor off. "Why me…you're the boss," Dwight responded, trying to hide his affection for Angela. "Well…I'll give you the key. Just walk over there and open up the drawer," Michael responded, he was already getting frustrated with Dwight. Dwight held out his hand, excepting the key to Angela's drawer. Michael nodded to Dwight before he left Michael's office, headed for the accountant's area of the office. As Dwight walked over he was hoping, praying that he wouldn't find something in Angela's drawer that would raise questions. Something personal to her, secretive in a way that would ruin their new relationship. Dwight arrived at Angela's desk, it was literally scattered with cat paraphernalia. Everywhere Dwight looked at the desk he couldn't find one spot that had something to resemble a feline. Dwight hunched over, putting the key into the lock. He turned it and knew that it was now open. Dwight took the key out and put it back into his pocket, he opened the door slowly. All that was inside the drawer was a plastic bag with a tag tied around one of the handles. Dwight flipped the tag over, it read 'party supplies'. Dwight picked up the bag, nothing else was in the drawer, and he sighed deeply. He stood back up and closed the drawer, returning to Michael's office with a wave of relief.
Michael was happy that Dwight had found all of the supplies, he asked Dwight to stay and help set up for the Annual Dundie Award Night which was being held in the warehouse this year. Dwight couldn't say no to Michael, he had sworn to do everything Michael asked him to do. Dwight helped Michael with setting up tables and chairs, decorating and of course, setting up the microphone and the DJ table. Dwight had arrived that morning at seven, it was now eleven. Dwight said his goodbyes to Hank and to Michael in the parking lot, the three of them were all able to go home. Dwight was impatient; he wanted to be with Angela so badly. He knew she was back at the farm; church was only an hour and a half. The more Dwight thought about Angela, the more his senses enhanced. He could feel Angela's hands running through his hair, her sweet breath mixing with his as they kissed. It was a good thing that the farm was close to Dunder Mifflin, for both work and personal reason. Thirty minutes is all it took to get there, of course, if the traffic was good that day. When Dwight got onto the dirt road, he knew he would get there in no time. Only a handful of people knew about the dirt road and the beet farm, Dwight surprisingly liked to keep it that way. Although sometimes he did notice that the odd teenager couple would stumble up his farm, for sex and the pot he grew behind the beets. He didn't tell Angela about the pot, something he knew that would make them end their relationship on the dot. Dwight pulled up in front of the old but re-freshened shed. As Dwight stopped the car he noticed that Angela's car was parked there too, she was back. Dwight smiled as he got out of his car, and started in a light jog to the farmhouse. "I should invest in a golf cart, ride it to the farmhouse and ride it back to the shed," Dwight thought, his glasses bobbing up and down on his nose. Dwight came into viewing distance of the farmhouse, just a bit more running and he was there. He kept his eyes on the porch, an old wooden rocking chair and two benches occupied the white stained wooden floor. In a matter of minutes, Dwight reached the porch and slumped down on the bottom step. "Mose," Dwight called from the step, hoping that Mose was on the main floor. In a matter of seconds Mose appeared in the doorway, "What is it Dwight?" Dwight turned half of his body around to face Mose, "Is Angela here?" Mose nodded slowly as he crept back inside. Dwight smiled; this was the life he was waiting for.
Dwight made a cup of tea for both himself and Angela, it was both their favorite. Dwight had found out after he decided to come inside that Angela was upstairs taking a bath, another one of her favorites. He sat at the table patiently, thought of going up to check on her but they never did talk about baths or showers together. Angela walked cautiously down the old, wood stairs after sometime. She had found some of Dwight's clothes to put on blue and white checkered pants and a yellow sweatshirt with a Battle Star Galactica logo on the chest. Dwight smiled, she was wearing his clothes, and her heart truly belonged with his. "You look great," Dwight whispered as Angela walked over toward the table and took a seat at the head of the table. "Come on, look at me. I didn't even think of bringing extra clothes," Angela scoffed as she picked up her mug filled with tea. Dwight smiled as he watched her blow the boiling content in the mug. It was silent for a while, each admiring on another's presence at the beet stained table. "What did Michael want?" Angela asked as she took another small sip of tea. Dwight waved his hand, "He just needed help with setting up the warehouse for the Dundies." Angela slowly nodded her head, "It's tomorrow night, right?" Dwight nodded back, he chugged back the rest of his tea. Angela's gaze drifted to Dwight's face, he looked like he wanted something. "Dwight, what is it?" Angela asked, she didn't like seeing him this way. Dwight shook his head, "Are you going home tonight?" Angela closed her eyes, "I have to go home, I got a new kitten yesterday. Her name is Sprinkles." Dwight looked solemnly at Angela, finally coming to the decision to tell her the truth. "We still have time." Angela couldn't help but to smile, "I don't think we can do this Dwight." Dwight got up from the table in an instant and walked over to where Angela was sitting. He took her hand; she could feel the hard work that he had done with them. "Come with me," Dwight whispered as he leaned his head to Angela neck, his voice tickled her soft skin. 'Alright, I'll come with you," Angela responded in a raspy breath as she got up from her chair and followed Dwight to the stairs. Angela's heart was pounding in her chest; she thought her ribcage would explode from the emotions that were running through her. Dwight guided Angela into his room; he was doing the same thing she had done at the hotel. Dwight pulled hard on Angela's arm, making her fall against his chest. Dwight held Angela's face; he leaned in and kissed her sweet lips. She was hungry, even though she didn't show it at first. As they kissed, Dwight led them over to his bed. He held onto Angela's tiny waist and pulled her down with him. Angela hovered over Dwight who was at the bottom. Dwight moved his hand under the Battle Star Galactica shirt, reaching up to Angela's breasts. He reached them quickly, grabbing them. Angela let out a throaty moan, which entered into Dwight mouth since they were still in a lip lock. Angela started to mumble into Dwight's mouth, trying to talk but their mouths were way to close. Angela pushed back against Dwight's chest; slowly they broke of their kiss. "What wrong?" Dwight whispered, his hand caressing her breast. Angela frowned, the lines on her face deepened. Dwight knew exactly at that moment that Angela was pissed. "What? What did I do wrong?" Dwight asked, hoping it wasn't something dramatically big. Angela climbed off of Dwight and stood by the bed. Angela fixed the sweatshirt which was pulled up a bit, almost exposing her. "I still have severe moral standards you know, I won't be used as a tool or be considered a slut," Angela stated, she had made her point.