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Chapter 4: Maggie

Maggie should get up and sit on her own chair, but her body melted against Terry's warmth and strength. She needed this closeness for just a moment. The terror from earlier still rolled through her in shockwaves and it'd been so long since she'd been able to count on a man for anything. Not that she could count on him for more than this small comfort.

"Relax."

She let him take the glass from her hand again. He put it on the table and pulled her head to his chest. His heart beat strong and steady. She missed this closeness. She'd been divorced for over a year but even before that David had barely touched her, except when he'd wanted sex. This was different. Terry didn't seem to want anything from her.

"You're cold. Probably, shock." His hand ran up and down her arm.

"I'm fine." She wasn't but she could be if only time would stop for a while. She'd been so worried lately, so alone, and she still was. She took a deep breath. "I should move."

"Why?" He seemed genuinely confused.

"I don't know you." She sat up and blushed when she felt a bulge against her thigh. Apparently, more than her comfort was on his mind. "I'm not in the habit of being held by strange men."

"Why did you come to a sex club?" His hand was on her hip now, holding her in place and he was growing beneath her leg. "Unless you know someone here, besides that friend you're looking for, I assume you came for sex with a strange man...or woman."

"What? No. I'm not...I'm not into women." She shoved at his hand and he dropped his arms, not even trying to keep her on his lap. She wasn't disappointed. Truly, she wasn't. She stood. A guy like him wouldn't actually be attracted to her.

He was older, maybe early to mid-forties, distinguished, in great physical shape and handsome but not in a pretty-boy way. He had dark hair that was graying at the temples and a man's face with a five o'clock shadow and heavy brow and jaw, but his lips were sensual and his eyes a warm, dark brown.

"Then a strange man was your goal." He smiled, his gaze roaming over her face and down across her breasts like a caress. "I'd be more than happy to help, whenever you're ready."

"I didn't come here for that." She started pacing. "I didn't know this was a sex club."

There was a knock on the door. "Terry, it's Ethan."

Terry walked to the door, moving with a fluid grace that bespoke confidence and strength. He was a large man—broad shoulders and tall. Her heart skipped a beat. He'd probably be big down there too. She closed her eyes counting to five. She would not think about that. It'd been a long time since she'd had sex but she wasn't going to do it with a stranger, even one who looked like him. She did not have one-night stands, no matter how tempting. "I'm not like that."

Terry opened the door and turned toward her. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"Nothing." Her face heated. "I was talking to myself."

Another man walked into the room and her mouth dropped open. She had to consciously command her jaw to close. Terry was attractive but this man was drop-dead gorgeous. Ethan had sandy blonde hair and blue eyes like the ocean, but he was more than handsome. There was a sophisticated elegance about him mixed with danger and temptation.

"Hi, I'm Ethan." He walked over to her and held out his hand. "I'm so sorry for what happened."

"Thank you." The words came out breathless and flirty. Good lord, what was wrong with her?

Ethan's eyes sparkled and she almost missed the quick trip they took to her bosom.

"Did you take care of them?" Terry's voice was clipped.