His Sub by Ellis O. Day
CHAPTER 9: Maggie
Maggie thought about running but that’d be a bit too dramatic, wouldn’t it? Terry had only kissed her. That’s it. A simple kiss except there’d been nothing simple about it. His footsteps behind her made her reconsider her decision not to run.
“Maggie, wait.”
She stopped. She shouldn’t have, but her feet weren’t listening to her. If she were honest, none of her body was. It wanted this man. He made her feel sexy and alive, feelings she hadn’t had in years.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He stepped in front of her.
“I have to go home.” She stared up at him, her eyes darting to his lips. They were so firm and sensual and had tasted wonderful.
“Don’t be afraid of this.” He put his hands on her shoulders.
“I’m not.” She was. She didn’t know him. She shouldn’t want him, but everything was all jumbled in her head. He was a stranger. He’d saved her. He was blunt and harsh. Yet, he made her feel cared for and safe.
“Don’t lie to me.”
“I’m not. I have to go home.”
“Are you sure?” He stepped closer to her.
The scent of his cologne was intoxicating.
“I think we should go to my place and…talk about our situation.”
“What situation?” She’d thought he was going to be vulgar again and honestly, she was a little disappointed that he wanted to talk.
“This attraction”—his hands skimmed down her arms, making her blood sizzle—“and why you keep running from it.”
“I told you. I don’t have time—”
“For a relationship. I know, but it doesn’t have to take too much time.” He moved closer. “A few hours a couple of days a week or more if you’d like.”
“Y-you want me to see you just for sex?” She’d never been that kind of girl. She’d married her college sweetheart, but that life was over. All she had to look forward to were days and days of celibacy while she raised her children alone. Being the kind of woman who met a man only for sex did have its appeal.
“For sex, yes, but not just.” His lips were by her ear. “We’ll talk and eat and…play games.”
“Games? What kind of games?” She struggled not to lean into him.
He straightened, looking down at her and his grin made her toes curl. He wasn’t talking about board games.
“Ones we’ll both enjoy.” He took her arm. “Come. We’ll discuss all of this at my place.”
“I can’t.” She stepped back and he let go.
“No sex. Unless you want to.” He took her hand. “Come, Maggie. You don’t want to go home yet, do you? We’ll have a drink and talk. I swear, I won’t try anything”—he stared at her lips—"not even a kiss.” His eyes sparkled with passion when they met hers. “You don’t want to be alone again tonight.”
It was like he was reading her mind. What would a few minutes or hour hurt? Nothing, except she couldn’t afford to pay Tina, the babysitter, to stay longer than necessary. Plus, Tina had school tomorrow. It wasn’t fair to keep her up late. “No. I can’t tonight.”
“Where’s your car?” He smiled as he took her arm.
“This way.”
He escorted her in the direction of her car. She should break the contact, but she liked touching him, leaning on him. He was so strong and confident. It made her feel safe and special.
“I’ll pick you up tomorrow at seven. Wear a skirt.” He looked her over, his eyes caressing. “Green, if you have one and a white blouse.”
“What?” She’d never had a man tell her how to dress. She wanted to slap her forehead. That wasn’t the most important part of his statement. “I can’t go out with you tomorrow.”
“Saturday then, but no later.” He pulled her against him, engulfing her in his warmth. “I can’t wait too long to have you.”
The words were like liquid fire. Her husband had barely touched her in years. She deserved this, but it didn’t matter. She was a mother, not a young woman without responsibilities. She needed to be with her kids, especially since the divorce. She placed her hands on his chest, memorizing the feel and then pushed away and started walking again. “I’m sorry but I can’t. I told you—”
“You said you couldn’t go home with me tonight, implying that you could and would another day.” His tone was even but firm. He wasn’t angry, just stating the facts.
“I did not.”
“You did. You said, No, I can’t tonight.”
She had said that. “I didn’t mean that I could another night.”
“That’s what specifying tonight means.”
She stopped in front of her car. “Terry, I appreciate this.” She smiled sadly up at him. If only she’d met him at a different time. “You have no idea the gift you’ve given me by showing an interest, but I can’t go out with you.” She stood on her tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss on his cheek.
He stared past her, horror, disgust and shock waging war on his face.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
