My Wife And Her Male Boss Are On A Business Trip And Share A Room. She Asked Me To Bring Her Undergarments-9
December 16, 2025
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Arrival at the Hotel
Was she... untouchable? My grip spasmed; the car swerved. "...One hundred meters ahead. Destination: Hyatt." The GPS announced. I stomped the brakes! Tires screamed as the car lurched to a halt at the lit entrance, inertia slamming me into the wheel. Gasping, I shoved the door open. Midnight air flooded my lungs, quenching the fire. Slamming the door, I stormed toward the revolving entrance.
Retrieving the Key
Polished marble floors mirrored glittering chandeliers; the air smelled of luxury perfume and sterile cleaner. The deserted lobby held only a prim young clerk at the desk. "Good evening, sir. How can I assist?" I leaned on the cold surface, suppressing a tremor: "Tracy Keller. Room 3305. She left a key." Each word felt like glass. His smile remained unflinching.
To the Elevator
He glanced at his screen, typed, then slid a white key across. "Ms. Keller left a card for Mr. Mike. Room 3305. Elevator to your right." His voice was toneless. I snatched the cold plastic—its thinness scorched now. Turning, I strode to the elevator, my steps echoing sharply. Pushing through heavy doors, I stepped in.
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Was she... untouchable? My grip spasmed; the car swerved. "...One hundred meters ahead. Destination: Hyatt." The GPS announced. I stomped the brakes! Tires screamed as the car lurched to a halt at the lit entrance, inertia slamming me into the wheel. Gasping, I shoved the door open. Midnight air flooded my lungs, quenching the fire. Slamming the door, I stormed toward the revolving entrance.
Retrieving the Key
Polished marble floors mirrored glittering chandeliers; the air smelled of luxury perfume and sterile cleaner. The deserted lobby held only a prim young clerk at the desk. "Good evening, sir. How can I assist?" I leaned on the cold surface, suppressing a tremor: "Tracy Keller. Room 3305. She left a key." Each word felt like glass. His smile remained unflinching.
To the Elevator
He glanced at his screen, typed, then slid a white key across. "Ms. Keller left a card for Mr. Mike. Room 3305. Elevator to your right." His voice was toneless. I snatched the cold plastic—its thinness scorched now. Turning, I strode to the elevator, my steps echoing sharply. Pushing through heavy doors, I stepped in.
NEXT >>