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

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

... mouth with a napkin, he rose, taking his soda. “I’m going to head to your room, call her, and then turn in for the night. I’m not setting an alarm, but don’t let me sleep past eight.”

“Oh, of course. You’re tired. Can I get you anything? Towels, blankets, anything?”

“No, I’m good. Thanks, Dani. The food helped a lot. See you in the morning.” Grabbing his bag, he entered Dani’s room and closed the door behind him.

Dani wondered what it would feel like to have someone to adore her the way her bosses adored each other. Sighing, she cleared up the pizza plates and headed to the guest room, suddenly regretting not grabbing her wand from her room for a solo session. Ah well, she’d have to settle for her fingers.

Once Mac slipped out of his clothes, he put on a fresh pair of boxers and a Yankee’s T-shirt, then climbed into bed and sent Grace a quick message.

Still up?

Grace read his brief text and toyed with ignoring it. She’d worked up a pretty decent mad while waiting for his response. But she remembered Miguel questioning whether something might be off.

Yep.

Okay to call?

Yep.

Grace let it ring a few times before answering.

“Hello.”

“Hey, baby, I’m sorry it’s so late there. It’s been a hellish day; nothing’s gone right.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Grace said, trying not to sound as bitchy as she felt. “Are you at the hotel?”

“No. Someone fucked up, and my reservation doesn’t start until tomorrow. Apparently, there is a convention in ...

... town, so there was nothing available anywhere. I’m at Dani’s tonight. She was kind enough to offer to let me stay in her bed.”

Grace inhaled sharply, trying not to jump to conclusions.

“That was nice of her. I’m sure you’ll be more comfortable in her bed than on the couch.”

“Well, she has a guest room, but she insisted I sleep in her bed because it’s bigger.”

Irritation crept up her spine as she pictured her husband in Dani’s bed. She’d waited all fucking day to hear from him, and he was in another woman’s bed? Oh, fuck no!

Still, she forced her voice to stay calm. “When will you be moving to the hotel?”

“Tomorrow. While I appreciate Dani’s hospitality, I am sure I’ll be more comfortable in my own space. But I appreciate not having to be alone after such a shitty day.”

“Well, it’s good of Dani to take care of your needs. I’m tired. I think it’d be better if we talked tomorrow.”

Mac was disappointed. Just hearing her voice had been the brightest part of his day, and he wasn’t ready to be done talking yet. But he knew she had to be up early.

“Oh, okay, sure. I love you, baby. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Yep, sounds good.”

She ended the call abruptly, without saying she loved him back. He couldn’t recall a time when she ended a call without doing so. Something was up.

He suddenly realized his stupidity as he stretched out in Dani’s bed. Grabbing his phone again, he texted her to help clarify things.

Hey, you do know that I meant I’m sleeping in ...