The decision to meet potential new roommates at a coffee shop near her work rather than at the apartment itself had d been the right one. Kate had insisted, and Sharon had agreed. She’d been pretty lucky in LA when Kate had been the second person to apply, and Sharon had taken to her right away, but having people come directly to the apartment was not super safe or smart. So, she was doing what Kate had told her to do and conducting the interviews in public spaces.

After two in a row this afternoon, she was glad she’d decided to do so. Applicant number one had been nice enough; a young newly divorced woman, although Sharon didn’t think she’d be accepting the woman’s application. While she had been nice, they hadn’t really clicked.

Since Sharon could afford to be choosy, she wanted to click with whomever she found. Actually, she would have wanted that regardless, but she was lucky enough to be able to hold out until she got what she wanted.

Number two had been an absolute hell to the no.

‘Drama queen’ didn’t even begin to cover it. And not in the fun drama queen kind of way that Sharon lived her life, but an actual drama queen who was sure the entire world was against her. Sharon appreciated a person’s need for attention, she even appreciated that sometimes negative attention could be more satisfying than positive attention, but she couldn’t have a roommate who thrived on being miserable.

Nope. Debbie downers not allowed. Just drinking one coffee with the woman had been enough to make Sharon feel drained.

Fortunately, Grumpy Captain America had come to the rescue when he decided to be Flirty Captain America via text message, so her day was starting to look up a bit.

As if on cue, her phone buzzed.

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

She couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows at the order - because it was definitely phrased as an order and not a request. Which, of course, got her engine going. There was a reason she kept going back to Stronghold even though she hadn’t found a Dom that she meshed with yet.

A little smile played on her lips as her fingers swiped over the phone screen.

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

That was one of Jake’s big things. He hung out at Stronghold, he watched scenes at Stronghold, and she now knew he was pretty bossy in the bedroom, but he was also adamant that he wasn’t into BDSM. Why he was such a stickler on that point she had no idea, but he was.

Her phone buzzed again.

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 ;)