Chapter Seventeen
MADISON
Iwore nothing but a towel as I waited for Maverick to show up to my place.
I was in a mood.
A total mood at that.
For a little while I thought it was maybe PMS. Or maybe anxiety.
The more I thought about it, the jumpier and more annoyed I ended up getting.
Now my focus was on Maverick.
His sweaty, smelly body showing up to my apartment.
I pictured him in sweatpants with his third leg trying to touch the floor.
I wondered which side of his pants it would slide down.
Left? Or right?
The whole idea of a man smelling like sweat did kind of gross me out a little.
But with Maverick…
Whatever.
The guy kind of broke a lot of the rules I set for myself.
I allowed it to happen.
I was okay with it.
Because we were keeping things a secret. Which was perfect.
Secrecy was our mutual friend.
Well, secrecy and orgasms.
Maverick knocked on the door and I literally jumped into the air with excitement.
I cringed and bit my bottom lip, needing to calm down.
I walked to the door, unlocked it and stepped back.
“Open the door, Mav,” I said.
Mav hurried to do so.
“We need a system so I’m not locked out and get… seen…”
Maverick’s eyes widened at the sight of me in a towel.
“I jumped ahead a few steps,” I said. “Why waste time, right?”
“I can see that, sweetie,” he said. “Fuck.”
