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

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

... he fired off a text to Miguel.

Hey, I’ll be staying at Daniella’s tonight. Can you come around seven tomorrow morning and bring my bag?

Miguel’s response was quick.

I can bring your bag tonight if you prefer. Otherwise, I will be there promptly at seven.

Mac’s first instinct was to wait until morning. But his head hurt so fucking bad, and he knew he’d never sleep without at least taking the Ibuprofen he was sure he’d find in his pack. He could ask Dani if she had some, but his pride prevented him from the possibility of appearing weak.

If it’s not too much trouble, tonight would be great.

I’m on my way, sir.

Much appreciated.

When he returned to the living room, Dani was sitting on the couch in a pair of cutoff shorts and a tank top. He’d never seen her in anything besides work attire, and admittedly, it caught him off guard. As did her suggestion that he take off his clothes.

“I’m sure you’d be more comfortable stripping down to a T-shirt and boxers,” Dani said. “It won’t bother me.”

“Thanks, but Miguel is bringing my bag here,” he replied, trying to look anywhere but at her nipples that poked through the tank top. With no bra, she was spilling out of the top, which was disconcerting.

“I ordered a pizza. I figured we didn’t eat dinner, and I have nothing to cook here. I hope you like pepperoni.”

“Yes, that sounds great, thanks.”

“Meanwhile, how about a beer?” Dani asked, seemingly oblivious to her boss’s current ...

... discomfort.

“Actually, I’d take a Coke if you have one.” Maybe some caffeine would take the edge off the feeling that his brain was being squeezed.

“That’ll keep you awake. Let me get you some wine or something harder.”

“Just a Coke, Dani!” he snapped. Realizing she was just trying to be hospitable, he quickly added. “Sorry, I’m just not in the mood for alcohol right now. It’s been a fucked-up day, and I still need to think clearly.”

“Sure thing, boss.”

Dani’s ass wiggled as she sashayed into the kitchen. Mac couldn’t decide if she was simply obtuse or trying to be seductive. He chalked it up to his not feeling well and figured he was overthinking things. She had never been anything but professional with him in the past, and she was doing him a favor by giving him a place to stay for the night.

She returned shortly with a couple of Cokes and saw Mac leaning forward, his elbows propped on his knees and his head down.

“Are you okay?”

He sat up and said, “I just waited too long to eat something. Plus, it occurs to me that I’ve been up for over twenty hours.”

The doorbell rang, and Dani hurried over to answer the door, her voluptuous breasts bouncing shamelessly as she moved. When she opened it, both Miguel and the pizza delivery guy stood waiting for her, their mouths gaping open as her nipples stood up like party hats.

At that moment, Dani realized she should probably have grabbed her bathrobe. Either Mac truly didn’t feel good, or he was too much of a gentleman to call ...