Packing up the last of his stuff, he walked out into the main room of the suite where several other members of his team were working on the kitchen.

“Aren’t you slackers done yet?” he asked, teasing.

“Quality work takes time,” Gustavo shot back at him, carefully lining up the backsplash tile with the previous pieces that had been taken down. He chuckled. “Not that you’d know anything about that.”

“Nah, Gustavo’s just slow,” Vinnie said as he finished laying the last of the floor tile. Standing to his feet, he dusted off his hands, a look of satisfaction on his swarthy face. He was the head of the team, about fifty years old, and thoroughly enjoyed his job. Jake liked working under him a lot. “I’m done.”

“It’s not a race, fuckers,” Gustavo muttered as Vinnie held up his hand for Jake to high-five, making both of them laugh.

Jake’s phone buzzed again. Since he knew they were about to break for lunch - and neither Vinnie nor Gustavo needed help - he didn’t feel bad about checking it in front of his supervisor while Vinnie packed up his tools.

Sharon: Yeah that one. 

Jake: Wear it with black strappy shoes and stockings and garters.

Sharon: Bossy. I thought you weren’t a Dom =P 

Jake: I’m not. I just know what I like. 

Sharon: Well I guess we’ll find out whether or not I’m a good girl or a bad girl tonight ;) 

“Oooo, look at that smile. Who are you texting Jake?” asked Gustavo, laughing.

“Must be a new lady,” Vinnie said, joining in the teasing.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Still, he couldn’t stop grinning as he shoved his phone back into his pocket.

Predictably, as soon as the rest of the team gathered for lunch, Gustavo and Vinnie immediately told them about Jake’s hypothetical new woman, which meant he spent most of the meal dodging questions and trying to change the subject. He didn’t mind at all. The entire time he had a picture in his head of Sharon dressed exactly how he’d requested.

Heck, if she didn’t... Well, she was a submissive. Maybe he’d experiment a little with administering a spanking. He didn’t object to smacking her luscious ass a little, even if he couldn’t see himself putting her over his knee to do it. There were plenty of other options.