THIS looks great,” Blake complimented. Jamie jerked, flailing momentarily as he tripped over his toolbox with the unexpected visitor. He caught himself at the last moment but cursed as the tools went scattering across the floor. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you,” Blake said apologetically and helped Jamie collect the tools. “No problem,” Jamie assured him. “I was daydreaming, and thanks.” Jamie had been working in the evenings doing light construction and painting for Blake and Ty. They were adding a private section off from the main club for members only. The private club had a large social area with heavy leather club chairs and tables in front of a stage. A large wood and stainless steel bar had been installed just the day before and looked amazing. But it was the side rooms that Jamie had been most fascinated with. Each of the eight rooms had a private bath with walk-in showers and was heavily soundproofed and wired for security, including a panic button. Once the construction and painting was complete, the rooms would be furnished with armoires, king-sized beds, and various implements to satisfy certain kinks.
