Spending the night in a Presidential Suite as an apology?

Wasn’t that a thinly-veiled invitation for them to get intimate?

Two more months to their first wedding anniversary, but he had yet to do it.

He could pretend not to bother, but as a man, how long could he keep his act up?

“Sounds good!” Alex replied eagerly. “Should I get us some stuff?”

“Stuff? What do we need?” Dorothy Assex asked coyly.

“Of course! Well, some protection… or perhaps, there is a, you know, kink you want to try out?”

“I… um… I gotta go. Here’s the address, come quick! I… I love you.” Dorothy’s heart was fluttering madly as she spoke those words, which she had never said before.

Alex almost squealed in joy. He wanted to be at the Landison hotel as quick as his car could take him.

However, he promised Cheryl Coney to check in on the patients. “Darling, do you mind waiting for a while? I have some matters to attend… at home. I will be there latest, by, say, nine-thirty?”

“Okay!”

Dorothy gingerly placed