CHAPTER 6: Maggie
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Maggie almost dropped her drink. She’d never had a man, even her husband, talk to her like that.
Terry leaned closer. She should move but his dark eyes held her in place, mesmerizing her like a rabbit facing a snake. She could smell the light scent of scotch on his breath and his musky, masculine cologne. Her eyes dropped to his lips, sensual especially paired with his strong cheek bones and five o’clock shadow.
“You’re giving me all sorts of ideas.” He touched her chin, his finger warm and rough as he closed her mouth.
She hadn’t realized that her mouth had been hanging open. She must be as red as a tomato because he laughed and leaned back against his seat
“No comment?” His eyes sparkled with humor.
“No one has ever spoken to me like that.” Usually, she
