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“I understand, sir.” She replies sheepishly, handing him the key cards and pointing us toward the elevator.
“Sorry for being harsh, but I’m exhausted,” he apologizes, taking the cards. “Oh and I guess our limo driver will be dropping off a couple bags for us.”
“Very good, sir. I will see that they are sent up to your room,” she says with a courteous smile. “I hope you can get some rest.”
“Me too,” he grumbles, offering his arm and escorting me to the elevator. “I have to call Tommy and push our lunch meeting to tomorrow. I’m too tired to deal with him today.”
I slip my arms around him and hold him tight while the elevator slowly takes us to the top floor. After being on an emotional rollercoaster day after day, we both could have used eight hours of sleep last night. He squeezes me against his broad chest and I dream of the day when things go back to normal.
Trey
Upon entering a clean, comfortable suite Mandy excuses herself to take a hot shower. I take the opportunity to give Tommy a call but it goes straight to his voice mail. I sigh as I scroll to Dad’s old office number and give that one a try. Becky, his long time personal receptionist answers the phone, making it seem for a moment that nothing has changed.
“Hi Becky, it’s Trey. I’m looking for Tommy,” I tell her, trying to act as nonchalant as possible.
“Oh, Trey,” she says with a crack in her voice. “I’m so sorry I didn’t get a chance to talk to you after the funeral.”
“That’s okay, Becky. It was a crazy day,” I reply, not wanting her to think any more about it.
“I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am.” She pauses to clear her throat. “I’m sorry, you are looking for Tommy Fowler?” She suddenly shifts back to her professional demeanor.
“Yes, I was going to meet him for lunch, but I need to postpone until tomorrow. I just spent all night at the hospital with Tyler,” I explain.
“I understand. Tommy is busy today too,” she tells me. “He’s been in a conference with Bill Gleason ever since he got in this morning. I don’t dare interrupt them.”
“That’s fine, just let him know that I’ll put him on my schedule for noon tomorrow.”
“I’ll update his calendar. And Trey,” she pauses hesitantly. “I’m going to call you after work tonight. I should have called you sooner, but…” Her voice cracks again.
“Call me anytime, Becky,” I reply, trying to reassure her. “You are practically family, so don’t ever hesitate to call me about anything.”
“I’ll call you tonight,” she whispers eerily before abruptly hanging up.
I am so tired of these nagging feelings in my gut. Based on the way she was acting, it’s obvious that she knows something and wants to share it with me. I crawl onto the bed and flop over on my back wondering what it might be. Hopefully she has some insight into what has been going on. Maybe she has overheard something that can help us figure this out.
Mandy
I was hoping that Trey would take a hint and join me for a nice, steamy shower, but he obviously has too much on his mind. By the time I finish, it appears that he has already fallen asleep on the bed. I don’t think he slept a wink last night. I tie my robe and slip into bed next to him wishing he would wake up for a quickie, but there is no response. Nestling in next to him, I decide it’s probably for the best. We can both use some rest.
“I really like how you smell,” he murmurs with a subtle smirk crossing his face. “What do you have on?”
“I like to call it Sure Fuck.” I giggle, giving him a kiss on the cheek and running my hand over his crotch. “Is it working?”
“I think you already know the answer to that,” he replies, opening one eye and giving me a seriously sexy look. “I need to go brush my teeth.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I insist, tracing the length of the bulge that is growing in his pants. “I’m not interested in kissing right now anyway. I was just thinking about when you were behind me in the shower and you were rolling my nipples between your fingers. It made me wet just thinking about having your hands on me.” I take hold of his belt and unhook it, eager to get him out of his pants.
“Alright… up against the wall,” he says, immediately knowing exactly what I was thinking. He stands up to allow his pants and briefs to fall away from him. He quickly unbuttons his shirt and ditches that as well before moving in behind me. “No matter what happens, your hands have to stay against the wall,” he whispers in my ear, flipping the back of my robe up to reveal my ass.
