My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Chapter 1985

“It’s the traffic police.

”

Maggie’s face went crimson as she hurriedly fixed her blouse, feeling totally embarrassed after Sanford had undone it.

Sanford took a deep breath, draping his jacket over her, and hit the button to bring the seat back up.

Thankfully, the car windows were tinted.

Nobody outside could see what was going on in here.

Once Sanford calmed down a bit, he opened the car door and stepped out.

“Sir, you can’t park here.

Let me see your driver’s license, please.

”

gave

“Sorry about that, officer.

”

apologized, took the ticket, and

was

tighter, wishing she could disappear

Sanford was

your place just

“Yep,” Maggie replied quietly.

her directions, Sanford drove into

was

loft, with super high ceilings and well-equipped

open and handed Sanford

pondering if he should start stashing some

“Have a seat.