Shane got off work, checked the schedule at the bar to see when Maggie had to work, then went upstairs to make a plan. The idea of sleeping with a woman had never stressed him out so much. At least not since he’d lost his virginity. He couldn’t just knock on her door with a bottle of wine and expect to get laid.
Technically, he wouldn’t even need the wine, but he still wanted to make it perfect. He debated taking her out to dinner versus ordering in. He looked around his apartment, walls unpainted, floors covered in dust. Not exactly a romantic atmosphere, especially since he still had no furniture other than a bed.
As he turned his attention to choosing a restaurant, a frantic knock sounded at his door.
“Shane, it’s me.”
He opened the door to a slightly freaked out Maggie. “What’s up?
