87: Panic Attack

Alan’s POV My steps paced back and forth in the hotel room. I couldn't concentrate at all, and I hated this situation. Ah, damn it! My well-thought-out plan had completely failed. I never expected Laird to come here too. How could this happen? Fenella must have invited him. Ah! I should have set an unwritten rule against bringing partners or additional rooms to maintain professionalism at work. I sat on the leather sofa in the hotel. My hands naturally rose, and I impatiently bit my nails. My feet fidgeted restlessly. Fenella was right across the hall from my hotel room! I heard the sound of her entering, but when I peeked through the peephole, Laird was there. They had returned, and my mind could only think of one thing to answer my curiosity about what they were doing inside the room. Sex. Yes, they must be having sex. Would Fenella moan loudly like other women? Could Laird give her an orgasmic peak? No! I had to stop thinking about them. I couldn't linger alone in the room, tormente