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malls or eat out. However, there wasn’t any reason for her to sit
tight except to rack up more overtime or drool over Mac without him noticing.
For the last several hours, he hadn’t even glanced her way.
    Sighing, she finally powered down her computer, gathered her
things and debated whether she should say goodbye because he’d said he liked
having her here.
    Will you get real? When he’d been at the window,
watching her do a smoothie run, he’d most likely been worried that she’d take
off and never return, forcing him to train someone else. For a man as busy as
he was, that would be a definite hassle. It was easier for Mac to pretend she
was important to him.
    Knowing she wasn’t, except as a faithful employee, Jodi
scribbled a note saying that she’d see him in the morning. After taping it to
her keyboard, she left her chair. As always, its springs squeaked.
    Rocco and Krista didn’t seem to notice the noise, even
though Cait had turned down the music when Hilary had fallen asleep. Mac didn’t
appear to hear the sounds either. He continued directing the models, his back
to Jodi.
    She indulged in one last, longing look at his shaggy locks,
outrageously broad shoulders and slim hips before she took off to go home.
Alone.
     
    With the back of his arm, Mac wiped perspiration from his
brow. The last shot of Rocco pouring a trickle of water into Krista’s open and
willing mouth—a Dom’s gift to his slave—had been a bitch to capture. Rocco’s
aim was crap, with all of the earlier drops hitting Krista’s chin, cheek and
worse.
    “Ow,” she’d yelped when he’d gotten her eye. “That fucking
hurt.”
    “Yeah?” Rocco had said, sounding somewhat pleased.
    “Will you two shut the fuck up,” Cait stormed. “You’ll wake
Hilary.”
    “Too bad,” Krista snarled. “My makeup’s ruined. She’ll have
to fix it.”
    “Not a chance.” Cait got in her face. “I’ll do it.”
    That hadn’t pleased Krista at all.
    Finally though, they’d all settled down and Rocco had nailed
his target, getting a few drops of water between Krista’s lips.
    Pleased, Mac wanted these images on Jodi’s screen. He turned
to her desk and frowned. A quick glance at the opened bathroom door told him
she wasn’t in there. He headed to his office. Empty. She wasn’t in the small
kitchen either.
    He went to the window, surprised the sun had already set. It
was that late already? Mac glanced at the walkway. No Jodi there either.
    Krista moaned, “Are we through finally?”
    Ignoring her, he went to Jodi’s desk and saw her note. A
wave of disappointment rolled through Mac before he could stop it. Shoving his
frustration aside, he crumbled the paper in his fist. “Yeah, we’re through for
the night.”
    Rocco ran across the studio to his street clothes, yanked
them on despite his full-body makeup, and fled. Cait woke Hilary with gentle
kisses on her cheeks, eyebrows and mouth. With their arms wrapped around each
other’s waists, they headed for the door.
    Stretching like an oversexed cat, Krista padded toward Mac,
her ample boobs leading the way. “I’m hungry. How about you?”
    “Not really.”
    “Oh come on. Let’s have dinner.” Hugging his arm, she
pressed her boob to his biceps and his hand to her tummy’s gentle swell, his
fingers right above her slit.
    Mac made a fist, not wanting to touch her intimately. If
Krista noticed the slight, she didn’t let on or wasn’t going to give up. For
the last few months, she’d repeatedly asked him out. He’d never said yes. She
wasn’t who he wanted.
    His silence lingered and grew. Krista broke it with a
whimper.
    “I’ll buy you dinner. Wherever you want to go.”
    The thought of crashing in his bed alone and sleeping for
hours sounded beyond nice. Then he could wake up, come back here and see Jodi
again.
    Mac sighed. She’d really gotten under his skin, making him
want as he hadn’t before. He wondered if part of her allure was her
skittishness around him.