"Babe," she shot back, emphasizing it as she slowly sauntered over, hips swaying intentionally because she knew he was looking, then stopping at the foot of the bed, "I can pick up a car and beat someone with it. You can throw sharp pointy things at people from outside a building and hit them. They are very aware of what we can do and will sign for whatever comes in because they've heard you talking about what you want and where you want it for weeks now. Besides, they like you. You joke around with them, you're one of the guys, and you're not coming in just to point out what you want and putting zero effort in. We're paying them to help, and you're in there with your sleeves rolled up."

She let her eyes drag over him, showing him that she was enjoying every second of it before she sat on the edge, holding her cup out for him to take a sip. "You're the boss, boss. The fact you're in the shit with them most of the time makes them respect you as well as like you. No one's going to give you shit for taking off one measly day. They'll sign for the stuff and make sure it's put away from anything they're currently working on. They do do contracts all by themselves. That's how it usually works."

She glanced down at his crotch, then back up at him, because no, he wasn't hiding anything from anyone. "Someone want to say hi?"