Chapter 3

“I’m sorry. Did you say something?”

“Nothing.”

“Sometimes I hear things. When you work alone all day with locks, sounds just happen in my ears. It’s the strangest thing.”

“I can’t imagine.”

He opened the door to my flat, stepped to the right, inside the door frame, and said, “I’ll follow you.”

“Thank you.” I brushed past him with my back facing him. Of course my bottom was there for his perusal, unintentionally.

To my surprise, and pleasure, Mag took advantage of the situation. I probably would have done the same thing. He ground his oversized crotch against my rear in a swirling action, pressing our bodies together. Covering his ass (pun intended), he said, “Oh, man, sorry about that,” and left out a charming chuckle.