In a New York Minute - Part Twenty-Five- Chapters 95-98 - Sex Stories

In a New York Minute - Part Twenty-Five- Chapters 95-98

Chapter Ninety-Five

McKinley Stewart was exhausted. His flight to Los Angeles had been delayed twice, and there had been a miscommunication at the Bel-Air Hotel, leaving him without a room for the first night of his stay. He thought about asking his admin, Avery, to make alternate arrangements for him. Instead, he decided he could figure out a plan after looking at the office to evaluate what damage had occurred during the fire.

Making matters worse, there was a couple in the Sky Club who were fooling around in the back corner of the quiet area. At first, they were just getting handsy and giggling. Eventually, the woman’s head disappeared under their blanket, and the man looked like he was having an out-of-body experience. He recognized the exact moment of orgasm as the guy’s face tensed up and then took on a goofy-as-fuck look. Mac couldn’t be sure if he was annoyed because it was distracting him from his work or if he was jealous because a Grace-style, incredible deep-throat blow job would have helped alleviate his stress and staved off the mild headache forming at the base of his neck. Fortunately, their flight left before his, making the rest of his wait more tolerable.

By the time he arrived at the location of the L.A. Headquarters, his head was throbbing. Determined to fight through it, he ignored the fact that he’d blown off Grace’s insistence that he bring his pain meds. He might be able to dig out some Ibuprofen, but that would have to wait. He had work to ...

... do.

The fire had obliterated most of the building. It would need to be gutted and completely rebuilt. It would take months, and he’d have to relocate Daniella’s group in the interim. That would mean securing new office furniture or finding a furnished office building. It would also mean buying computers, other office equipment, and the whole nine yards. It was disheartening to see the remnants of people’s personal items scattered about, charred, and water-damaged beyond recognition in some instances.

“You okay, boss?” Miguel, the chauffeur, asked.

“What a clusterfuck!” Mac said, exasperated by the work ahead of him. Christ, he wished he’d let Grace come along. She was better at handling shit like this.

“I had hoped there would be some salvageable parts, but everything is trashed,” Mac said miserably. “It’s a fucking miracle that everyone got out of the building safely. I’m grateful for that. But holy fucking hell, this is a nightmare.

Miguel nodded but said nothing. What was there to say in a situation like this that wouldn’t sound trite? Better to be quiet and await Mac’s next direction.

After a few moments, Mac shook his head and said, “Well, let’s get moving. Standing here isn’t going to help anything. I’ll contact Daniella and see if she’s available to meet me to discuss a game plan. She’d better be available since it’s a fucking workday.”

Miguel could see his boss was more than just a little upset. He wished he could say or do something that would be ...