My mouth dropped at his respectful tone as if he were a sub and the man on the other line was his Dom. I slapped my hand over my mouth to hold back the giggle I felt mounting in my chest. It still threatened to burst as I watched a pained expression begin to appear on his face. He shoved the phone at Jack like it was an adult version of hot potato and Jack held the phone up to his ear looking twice as bad as Jordan.
“Yes, sir. No, sir. Absolutely not, sir. Yes, sir, I believe you. Like a princess," Jack continued.
The panic in his face doubled and he began pulling at his shirt as if it was suddenly extremely uncomfortable. Then he started running his hand through his hair making the loose curls almost frizz out. I lost the fight right then and ran outside, collapsing on the swing laughin
