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screw like monkeys until they needed more—like making
real love until dawn. Maybe even taking tomorrow off.
    Holding his breath, Mac waited.
    Jodi stepped to the right then back. Certainly not enough to
call it a mad dash to get to him. Finally, she dug her key from her purse then
gave him one last longing look before she slipped inside her apartment.
    The last image Mac had of her was Jodi peering at him
through a crack in her door. Wasn’t enough. He needed and wanted every fucking
thing she could give.
    After hesitating a moment, he lifted his hand in farewell
then trudged back to his car and Krista.
     
    The moment Mac was out of sight, Jodi closed her door and
slumped against it. She pressed her fingers to her mouth. Her lips were still
wet from his kisses.
    What had just happened?
    Jodi wasn’t sure. She simply knew how she felt. Sort of. A
mixture of sweet joy, raw lust and incredible doubt swirled through her so fast
she grew unsteady. Lowering her head, she gripped the doorknob for support.
    Her mind replayed their goodbye, which, oddly enough, was like
a scene from one of her more hopeless fantasies. Mac had looked at her in what
appeared to be wonder, which was crazy. His initial kiss had been more than
tentative…it had been searching and gentle. Because he hadn’t wanted to scare
her?
    Could be. Then again, she had no idea.
    Maybe he’d been drunk. Wait. He’d only had one beer that he
hadn’t finished. Jodi wondered if someone at Dilli’s had put something in his
booze. That was the only reasonable explanation for his behavior.
    By all that was sane, the last few minutes shouldn’t have
happened. Jodi had suffered a lifetime of rejection from the opposite sex. She
didn’t hate her looks but she didn’t kid herself either. The world wanted
perfection and beauty. Always had. Always would. She didn’t have it, so there.
    Mac kissing her tonight was no different from her winning a
billion-dollar lottery after buying one ticket. Stuff like that didn’t happen
to people like her. Now Krista…
    Maybe she’d put something in his beer to loosen him up so
he’d finally sleep with her. Maybe she’d been buying the drug while she’d been
in the restroom. Maybe—
    Stop it. You’re losing your mind.
    Jodi staggered to her bathroom and flicked on the
fluorescent light. Squinting at its shocking brightness, she faced the mirror
and grimaced. It was worse than she’d thought. Her hair was a damn mess,
glasses crooked despite Mac trying to straighten them on her nose, clothes
rumpled and stained. A glob of chili had dropped from her dog onto her tee,
leaving a reddish trail from her boobs to her belly.
    There was also a smear of car grease on her jaw.
    Aw god.
    She gripped the edge of the counter and breathed hard. If
anyone had told her that Mac would have behaved as he had tonight, she would
have called that person insane, while wishing that the prediction would come
true. Now that it had happened, she wanted to be happy but didn’t trust her
emotions.
    Could be Mac got involved with all his assistants in between
his romps with the models. Could be that’s why he’d had to hire her. The last
girl had probably quit, unable to handle the heartache of seeing him with
another woman, or several of them, while she stood by helplessly and—
    Uh-uh. No way was Jodi going there. Nor could she quit. She
needed the job almost as much as she wanted to be near Mac.
    Hoping to catch his fragrance again, she pressed the front
of her tee to her nose, not unlike a dog sniffing its owner’s shoes.
    Granted, she should have had more pride but she didn’t.
Being alone had always been a bitch, but was even worse now after such a
wonderful night and an earth-shattering kiss. It had been painful to watch him
leave, her heart aching, wanting more. So freaking much more, Jodi kept trying
to smell him on her tee but couldn’t. The chili she’d spilled overwhelmed any
other scents.
    She yanked off her top, tossed it aside