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

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

... her out on her inappropriate choice of nighttime wear. She felt embarrassed, but there wasn’t much she could do about it now.

She invited both men in, indicating where to put the pie as she dug a tip out of her purse. As she made the delivery man’s night, in more ways than one, Miguel crossed the room to give Mac his bag.

“Is there anything else I can get for you, sir? Do you still want me here in the morning?”

“No, I’m all set now that I have my bag. I really appreciate you offering to bring it to me tonight. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep without, um, brushing my teeth,” Mac stopped himself from blurting out that his brain felt like it was on fire.

Digging through his bag, Mac nearly wept with relief when he spied the Diclofenac bottle in the duffle's side pocket that Grace must have slipped in there when he wasn’t looking. He grabbed the medication as inconspicuously as possible and headed to the bathroom.

Miguel frowned, turned to Daniella, and asked, “Is something wrong with the boss?”

Dani shook her head. “He’s just tired and hungry. Nothing that a meal and a night in my bed won’t solve.”

Miguel’s brow furrowed. Something was not right with this whole situation.

Chapter Ninety-Seven

After leaving Daniella’s, Miguel felt his invisible shoulder angels arguing. On the one hand, this was none of his business. On the other hand, he had way too much respect for Miss Grace than to sit back and do nothing.

Taking out his phone, he hesitated ...

... for a moment. Then he opened his contacts list, clicked on Grace Stewart, and sent her a text.

Hola, Miss Grace! I hope it’s not too late where you are. I’m just a little concerned about Mr. Stewart. I just dropped off his bag at Daniella’s, where he will be staying tonight, and he looked a little under the weather. I don’t mean to overstep my bounds, but perhaps… maybe you should check on him? I apologize if I am out of line. I thought you should know.

It took every ounce of energy to resist ending his text by divulging the fact that McKinley planned to spend the night in Daniella’s bed. He would keep his nose out of that business. Still, it didn’t hurt to put some wheels in motion that might prevent his boss from making a terrible mistake.

He was relieved to receive a prompt reply.

Thanks, Miguel. I appreciate your text.

Grace sat up and rubbed her eyes. She reread Miguel’s words and wondered why Mac hadn’t texted her himself about his plans. Not wanting to assume anything, she sent another message to her husband.

Everything okay? Just checking because I love you. Hope you are all settled in at the hotel.

Grace’s text came through while Mac was wolfing down his third piece of pizza, hoping to get food into his stomach so the pain meds wouldn’t upset it.

“Fuck! It’s Grace. I never answered her text earlier; I should call her.”

“It’s late in New York, McKinley. She’s probably asleep.”

“Nope, she just asked me if everything was okay.” Wiping his ...