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“I like sassy Law,” Mitch countered, slinging his arm across Law’s shoulder. “Come on, let’s go get lunch.”
“I’m not sassy,” Law grumbled.
As they walked, Brian glanced over his shoulder. Kincaid and Zach seemed to be having some kind of intense discussion. Not wanting to draw attention to them, he turned back around. They’d work it out. Though he’d need to keep an eye on things if they were going to keep this up all week.
Not just because he didn’t want Mitch and Domi’s week disrupted by someone else’s relationship issues but also because they were both his friends.
Thankfully, Mitch and Law were too busy bickering—and Nick trying to play peacekeeper between them—to notice what was going on behind them. By the time they reached the restaurant, whatever was happening between Kincaid and Zach seemed to be resolved. Or they were pretending it was.
5
Rae
How could an afternoon shower and nap go so horribly wrong?
Well, she didn’t even get to the nap, but that was part of what was wrong. After lunch, Domi had been yawning, and they’d all decided that a siesta during the heat of the day was the way to go. Plus, Rae was the only one who’d gotten to bed at a decent hour the night before. The rest of them had stayed in the Dungeon until late. Even with that, she felt kind of tired, so she figured a nap would help.
At the very least, she’d lay in bed and read. Rest up for the night ahead since she was planning on finding a Dom and, possibly, getting laid. Kink didn’t have to include sex, but that’s what she wanted right now. She wanted a spanking and a dick, not necessarily in that order.
Instead, she got in the shower and screamed as the showerhead nearly nailed her when it shot off of the base. The water sprayed everywhere before she managed to turn around and get it shut off… except it wouldn’t shut off. The handle just spun in place, the water shooting out in every direction, and it seemed like it was getting stronger rather than weaker.
Shit. It was going to flood the bathroom if it kept up, and she couldn’t turn it off.
Not even bothering to grab a towel, Rae dashed out to the bedroom and picked up the phone to call the front desk. The woman who answered sounded horrified, apologizing profusely and promising maintenance was on their way. As much as Rae wanted to screech at the woman to hurry, she knew there was only so much she could do, and she’d understood the situation was urgent.
Going back to her bathroom, Rae saw the spreading puddle on the floor and quickly put her towels across the doorway. Then she ran and grabbed the beach towels to do the same thing. At the very least, hopefully, she could keep it from getting on the carpet.
But she really hoped maintenance moved fast because the towels were getting wet faster than she was comfortable with. Though she also needed to get some clothes on before anyone arrived. Yeah, she was on kink island, but that didn’t mean she felt comfortable being naked when the maintenance guy showed up.
That felt too much like the beginning of a porno.
Quickly, she hurried over to her suitcase and grabbed a simple sundress, pulling it over her head just as she heard a knock at the door. Phew, that was fast! Thankfully, she was dressed now.
When she yanked open the door, she had to drop her gaze about half a foot to the tiny Asian woman standing in front of her. Short and curvy, with tanned skin and long black hair pulled back in a ponytail, she was wearing grey coveralls with a white tag that said “Maintenance” in red letters. A large toolbox sat on the ground next to her.
Not who Rae had been expecting to see, and she wanted to kick herself for making the assumption. Sometimes, it was hard not to run with the stereotype.
“Hi, I’m Layne!” she said briskly, eying Rae as if she was expecting trouble—or a protest. Rae bet she ran into a lot of people who didn’t think she could do her job. “Heard you have a shower problem?”
“Yup, it’s spraying water everywhere. Come on in.” Rae stepped to the side, gesturing.
The set of Layne’s shoulders relaxed slightly at Rae’s lack of protest. She bent to pick up her toolbox and strode in with confidence, heading straight for the bathroom. Rae followed, curious about her reaction.
Layne stopped in her tracks as she looked through the open bathroom door. The water was still spraying everywhere, and it looked like there was about an inch of water now on the floor between the shower pan and the towel blockade. Fuck.
“Oh, wow. That is a pickle.” Layne didn’t wait. She put her toolbox down and started untying the laces on her boots.
Before Rae could ask if Layne’s pickle reference came from a certain blue cartoon dog, there was more knocking on her door.
“I’ll be right back,” she told Layne, who nodded but was far more focused on getting her boots off and her pants rolled up so she could take care of the problem. Which… fair. The bathroom was definitely the priority.
Hurrying to the door, Rae opened it, and this time, she had to take a step back as she looked up. Dammit. There was just something about Brian that always made her feel smaller than she actually was. Yes, he was tall and broad-shouldered, but it was more than that, and when he was looming in her door with a frown on his face, it was like being smacked with all that delicious, protective dominance.
“Is everything okay?”
“Everything’s fine,” she said, which was immediately negated by a shriek from her bathroom.
“Holy shit! That’s fucking cold!” Apparently, Layne had entered the bathroom and was a talker. Also completely audible through the door. Rae was just glad she’d gotten out if the water had turned cold.
