âItâs the traffic police.
â
Maggieâs face went crimson as she hurriedly fixed her blouse, feeling totally embarrassed after Sanford had undone it.
Sanford took a deep breath, draping his jacket over her, and hit the button to bring the seat back up.
Thankfully, the car windows were tinted.
Nobody outside could see what was going on in here.
Once Sanford calmed down a bit, he opened the car door and stepped out.
âSir, you canât park here.
Let me see your driverâs license, please.
â
The traffic cop gave Sanford a strict salute.
âSorry about that, officer.
â
Sanford apologized, took the ticket, and started up the car.
Maggieâs face was still hot.
She hugged his jacket tighter, wishing she could disappear at that moment.
But Sanford was in high spirits.
âIs your place just up ahead?â
âYep,â Maggie replied quietly.
Following her directions, Sanford drove into the gated apartment complex.
Maggieâs pad was freshly rented.
It was an awesome loft, with super high ceilings and well-equipped furniture.
Maggie swung the door open and handed Sanford a pair of throwaway slippers.
Sanford cocked an eyebrow, pondering if he should start stashing some stuff here.
âHave a seat.
Iâll grab you some water,â Maggie said, making her way to the kitchen.
Sanford grinned a bit, checking out the cozy spot, then settled onto the couch.
âHere you are.
â
Maggie plopped down across from him, lost for words.
âWhy are you way over there? Scoot up closer,â Sanford suggested.
Maggie got up and obediently nestled next to him.