Maggie laughed, feeling the surprised sound bubble up inside her chest. Then, unexpectedly, she frowned. “I guess I don’t feel much like that Maggie these days.”
“She’s right in front of me, and damn how I missed her,” he stated simply, reaching out a hand to her but letting it fall. He hesitated just the briefest of moments, taking a deep breath. “Maybe she’d let me take her to dinner sometime.”
She winced. She knew it was nice of him to ask, but it still felt wrong to be asked just now, like it was some kind of extra payment for fucking him.
“No strings attached,” he rushed, taking a couple of steps forward and shyly pulling her hand into his. “Absolutely none at all. I was going to ask even… before,” he laughed, running his other hand in his hair. “Just dinner, and conversation. I’d be the perfect gentleman.”
“You? A gentleman?” she scoffed, though her tone was gentle.
He laughed sheepishly. “You might be surprised. I just might be able to romance you now, Mags. That is…” he drifted off, as if realizing something. “That is, unless you’re not… dating… right now. I can wait.”
She felt a surge of gratitude for his attempt to acknowledge her strange situation, and squeezed his hand.
“Fine, dinner. But you have to get out of here, like now.”
He grinned like a little boy, giving her hand a squeeze back. Distantly she realized she hadn’t even kissed him. Damn, Maggie girl. Talk about horny.
“Give me your new number,” he urged her, shoving his phone into her hands.
“How do you know it’s changed?” she teased, entering herself as a contact.
“I tried your old one once,” he shrugged, and she felt that thrill again.
“Can I call tonight?”
She laughed, pushing him towards the door. “Maybe. Yes. But right now you have to leave.”
He grinned sheepishly, pretending to block the doorway and resist leaving. Maggie laughed, shoving him even harder.
“Morning, Maggie dear,” a gentle voice said happily, and Maggie froze, turning to her regular client Mary Jane, a demure woman in her 60s.
“Oh, hi Mary Jane. I’m just now ready for you. Sorry I’m running late already.” The words escaped her mouth in a frantic rush, and with a polite nod of the head JT slinked down the hallway, turning back to give her an apologetic grimace.
“No worries, dear,” Mary Jane said softly. “I would certainly have taken my time with a man like that.”
Maggie laughed nervously, leading Mary Jane into the room, her gaze darting frantically around, half expecting to see her bra somewhere.
“New incense fragrance, hmm?” Mary Jane asked mildly, moving behind the privacy screen to undress.
Maggie bit back a laugh, smelling the rampant sex in the air. She took a deep breath, turning the timer dial with fingers that trembled ever so slightly. Her day was certainly looking up.