CHAPTER 21: Terry
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Terry cautiously made his way toward Maggie. She stood in the parking lot, face flushed as she spoke on the phone.
“Yes, you can pick me up—”
“I’ll take you wherever you need to go.”
She glared at him. His hand itched to put her over his knee and paddle that bottom. It’d be soft and pliable. His c**k began to harden. If he didn’t have her soon, he’d be embarrassing himself in public.
“I’m at Mattie’s—”
“Hang up the phone.” He used his sternest tone.
She shifted away from him. “Machines. I’ll be waiting.” She hung up the phone, turning toward him. “Go away. I don’t want to talk to you right now.”
“Maggie, I brought your car here instead of the other garage because I know Mattie. He’s a friend and I knew he’d tell me”—at her glare he amended—“you the trut
