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.

”

cop gave Sanford a

“Sorry about that, officer.

”

took the ticket, and started

was

his jacket tighter, wishing

was

place just

“Yep,” Maggie replied quietly.

her directions, Sanford drove

was freshly

an awesome loft, with super high ceilings and well-equipped

door open and handed Sanford a

eyebrow, pondering if he should start stashing some

“Have a seat.