"Threes options. Option A: Jack gets a pet bed for Sir. Pocketknife. Option B: Jackknife lives on the couch. Option C: Jack sleeps in my bed with me and Jackknife gets the room." she paused. "I'd prefer Option C."
Knock Knock! Knock!! "Coming.." A pissed off Evelyn walked to the front door and opened it revealing a tall, hunky man with ginger hair. "Hello, Eve!" he looked her over from head to toe, and then glared at her. "Where's your outfit?" "I haven't received it, yet.. Sir." "Hm, well then." he handed her a box. "Wear this in the morning, Nathan will fix your hair. For now..." his arms snaked around her waist, and he grabbed her buttocks with his hand. "Who's Jack?"
"Now that he's gone," Nathan said, in a somewhat seductive tone. "Why don't I call Max over?" Evelyn glared at Nathan. "Fuck no." "I think you mean 'Fuck me'." A new voice piped up. Nathan held up his cellphone. "Say hi to Max!" "Bitch, you're lucky Alex or Jackknife aren't here." "oh, yeah! That little prick!"
"Evelyn, for the rest of the week, I'll take Dungeon duty..." Alex whispered to the blond snuggled under a blanket. "Fine by me," a muffled voice responded.