Page 34 of Forgiveness
Maggie pressed her lips together and kept his gaze. “Is that the best you can promise me?”
“Yeah, and for me it’s a lot considering how badly I wanna make your problem go away.”
“Then I’ll take it.” Maggie blew out a breath. “Chet’s not the kind of man to take on a giant when he could pick on someone smaller.”
“He’s a pussy and a fuckin’ waste of space, and there’s no way in hell I’m letting him pick on you.” Flux rubbed a hand over his mouth. “You call me if the asshole fucks with you again. Hell, if he so much as breathes in your vicinity, I wanna know about it, we clear?”
He locked eyes with her, and Maggie felt her legs go to jelly again, only this time it wasn’t out of fear. She found it entertaining and very much like him that he didn’t ask her if it was a deal.An assuming, arrogant ruffian.She smiled. In the short time that she’d known Flux, it seemed as if he was only cocky in the things that he could back up with reason.
“Come to my room later tonight.”
Maggie weighed the car keys in her hands, acting as if spending time with him again was a decision she had to make instead of his assumption.
“What? Do I have to win you over again, Duchess?” He ran his fingers up and down her arm.
Maggie laughed then pulled away, opened the door, and slid out onto the asphalt. Flux remained seated as if he had all the time in the world to wait for her answer.
“We have ten minutes to get back to work,” she said.
“I know. So after the show, I’ll see you at my room. We can order in.”
Maggie tossed her hair over her shoulder. “If you’re going to stay in the truck, don’t forget to lock the doors when you leave.” She winked at him, feeling extra bratty.
Before he could answer, she strode off to the stables without answering his question that wasn’t a question. Let him stew on the answer for a little bit, at least until she showed up in front of his motel room later that night.
