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and the walk
had helped her get her thoughts into order, but now she was stressing about
walking over to Brandon’s house to spend the evening with him. She didn’t know
whether to pack a bag, but decided against it as she didn’t want to appear too
forward. She gave herself a once over in the mirror and decided she was ready. It
was time to walk into the wolf’s den and stop worrying about her life, just for
tonight.
    Maggie arrived at Brandon’s door
and knocked softly. She could hear him moving about, then quick footsteps
coming towards her. When he opened the door wearing only his jeans and nothing
else, she was sure she had drool dripping down her chin at the sight of him.
    ‘Shit. Sorry. Come in.’ Brandon
was clearly flustered by her early arrival. ‘Sorry, I was hoping to have it all
done before you got here.’ He motioned for her to come in, but her feet just
wouldn’t move her forward. His chest was huge with a clearly defined six-pack
and dark hair that travelled down his body, only to disappear below his jeans. She
didn’t mean to lick her lips, but the sight before her had made her mouth go
drier than the desert. ‘I don’t think I’ve been given such a thorough once over
before!’
    Maggie realised her eyes had
travelled down his body and had lingered at the top of his jeans. His laughter
snapped her out of her lust-filled haze and her eyes met his.
    ‘Sorry,’ she said breathlessly. ‘It’s
just that, when you open the door looking like that... Well... I mean... I’m
early. Do you want me to come back?’ Great, now she couldn’t speak. She rubbed
her palms down her dress and she could feel her own heat coming off her in
waves of embarrassment.
    ‘No, it’s fine,’ replied Brandon,
smiling. ‘But I really would like for you to come in. That way, I can go grab a
top and finish dinner.’
    ‘Right. Yes. Sorry.’ Maggie
finally got her legs to work and she edged passed him into his small hallway. Her
whole body was tingling with anticipation and she was pretty sure she was going
to be a heap on the floor at any moment. ‘You really don’t have to get dressed
on my account.’ Was that really her voice? Since when had she become
Miss Confident? Brandon laughed at her comment and placed his hand on her lower
back in order to guide her down the hall to the kitchen area.
    ‘I think it’s for the best. Although,
it might distract you from the wreck that is dinner.’ Once they entered the
kitchen, Maggie couldn’t believe the scene that greeted her. There were pots
and dishes everywhere, and the man clearly liked to use a lot of dishes.
    ‘Oh my god, what is that smell?’ As
soon as she had said it, Maggie put her hand over her mouth in embarrassment,
not meaning for her thoughts to come out.
    ‘Shit!’ Brandon leapt in front of
her and grabbed a boiling concoction off the stove. ‘That would be the pasta. It’s
supposed to be black, right?’ Whatever was lurking at the bottom of the pan
didn’t look like any pasta she had ever eaten. It looked like it was well and
truly stuck in there when he turned the pan upside down to drain. ‘Fuck... I’m
sorry, Maggie,’ continued Brandon. ‘I wanted everything to be perfect for
tonight. Who can’t cook pasta?’ He dumped the pan in the sink and turned to her,
looking very sheepish.
    ‘Well, you obviously can’t!’
Maggie chuckled, hoping she hadn’t offended him. ‘It’s okay, Brandon. Food was
pretty much the last thing on my mind, anyway. Plus, Hope did warn me to eat
before I came.’ She walked towards him and cupped his cheek in her palm. ‘It’s
the thought that counts, right?’
    In an instant, his hands fell to
her waist and he pulled her flush against his body. Yes , she thought, this
is going to be a perfect night .
    Brandon couldn’t believe he had
screwed up dinner, especially as his mum had showed him the simple dish at hers
that afternoon. But then, who cared when he had Maggie in his arms, pressed
against him?