Bobby called Maggie late that evening. How was your night, cher?
It was good, she answered. You were the hit of the evening. I hope you didnt get in trouble.
He laughed quietly. Nah, I was just being folksy. They love that kind of thing.
How about you? How was your night?
They paid me to talk about baseball. How can I complain? Actually, I need to study up a little bit for some interviews Im doing tomorrow. And I imagine you probably need to get to bed.
Emboldened by the privacy of her apartment and her distance from him, Maggie smiled wryly. Did you say you imagine me in bed?
His chuckle was low. I imagine you in all sorts of places, cher.
Maggie gasped as she felt a rush of heat that started between her legs and radiated throughout her body. Well on that note, Ill say good night.
Bobby chuckled again. Good night, Maggie. Sweet dreams.