His smell was almost intoxicating, or maybe it was the two cocktails Maggie had. She was acting much braver than usual, and no, it had nothing to do with how good-looking this guy was. Sure, he was hot, but not at all her type.
What the hell was she thinking? Not her type?!
The man leaned forward so their faces were mere inches apart. “I wonder, is this you talking or the alcohol? Your friends made it seem like you didn’t like people. Yet here you are having a conversation with me.”
Maggie narrowed her eyes at him. “I don’t,” she clipped back. “So, get OUT of my personal space, and stop backing me into a corner. Are you a wild beast? I can tell you now… I will be of no use to you.”
The man’s eyebrows shot up, eyes twinkling as though he found Maggie riveting. “I’m not here with Blue Cr
