CHAPTER 21: Maggie
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Maggie stepped out of Annie’s car and tugged on her skirt. It was tight and short—mid-thigh—but she wasn’t used to dressing like this. “I don’t think this is a good idea.”
“Nonsense,” said Annie. “You look amazing.”
“I’m not sure about that either.” She wore a new black skirt, a flouncy, white blouse that showcased her breasts and showed more cleavage than she was comfortable with displaying, and black high heels.
“Trust me. Terry is going to burst when he sees you.” Annie grinned as she took Maggie’s arm and headed toward the garage entrance to La Petite Mort Club. “Poor man’s probably close to bursting now. He hasn’t been to the Club. That means, more than likely, he hasn’t been with anyone since the two of you broke up.”
“I wouldn’t call it breaking up
