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Maggie sat at the bar in the Club, forcing herself not to gulp her drink. She glanced at a table in the corner. Too bad she couldn’t wait for Terry there, but she was pretty sure he’d be pissed if he found her hiding. Her only option was liquid courage. She took a long sip or her rum and coke. She should’ve never listened to Annie when they’d gone dress shopping. Annie had sworn that this dress would have Terry drooling at her feet. If she hadn’t been tipsy from their girls-night out, she would’ve known better. She was a mother of three, approaching middle age. She didn’t have the body for this outfit.
She tugged on the slinky, peach dress, attempting to cover more of her legs, but there wasn’t enough material. Even though she’d been working out a few days a week with Terry, her legs and butt were still too big, causing the dress to cling to every curve. Fortunately, she’d had time to add a small section of lace to the plunging neckline. It helped but she still couldn’t lean forward without showing everyone her nipples.
“Maggie-May, nice to see you again.” Richard walked over to her. “May I join you?”
“Of course.” She glanced at the door. She was glad to see a familiar face but the last time she’d been here, Terry had not been happy about her talking to Richard.
“Can I hope that you’re here alone and not waiting for anyone?”
“Sorry.” She smiled at him. He was a handsome, older man with an elegance and sophistication of manners that put her at ease. “Terry should be here shortly.”
“Shame. He never learned that very important kindergarten lesson.”
“Which one is that?”
“That it’s nice to share.” His gray-blue eyes raked over her, resting a moment on her breasts before traveling down her body.
“Oh.” She was glad he hadn’t. She didn’t want anyone but Terry.
“You look lovely tonight. Special occasion?” His gaze rested on her legs.
“Yes. It’s Terry’s birthday.” She forced herself not to pull her dress down because if she tugged too much, her breasts might pop out. Of course, that would make him stop looking at her legs. She took another sip of her drink to keep from laughing.
“He’s a lucky man.” Richard touched her ponytail. “A very lucky man.”
Maggie’s phone beeped. It was Terry. “Excuse me.”