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agreement to watch a television movie she’d been looking forward to? The man paid attention to things she liked. How…odd.
    She figured out which remote to use and how to use it just as he joined her. Before she could turn the channel, he plucked the remote from her hand and settled her right next to him, hip to hip. His body heat bled through to hers, though she’d have bitten her tongue before telling him how much she liked him sitting so close.
    “I am not a doll. You can’t just twist me around and bend me ov—”
    His laughter made her reconsider what she’d been about to say.
    “Oh, shut up and watch the movie, Jameson.”
    He whispered, “Mac,” then nipped her ear.
    Her entire body warmed and her nipples hardened. She thought about asking him to skip the movie and move on to the main course—them, in bed. But he pulled his head back and broke the mood. Instead, he cuddled her against his chest and put his arm around her shoulder. The movie started, and they watched together.
    Maggie felt comfortable, turned on yet content.
    Content. Such a strange feeling to put together with Mac Jameson, but there it was.
    The movie droned on, and everything started to blur.
    “Maggie, wake up.”
    She blinked her eyes open to see the credits rolling on the screen. She immediately brushed her mouth.
    His laughter vibrated through his broad chest. “Don’t worry. No drool. But you do snore a little. It’s cute.”
    “I do not.” Her cheeks heated. “So tell me who did it. Was it the CEO’s niece or his stepson?”
    “I’ll never tell.”
    “Evil man.” She scooted out of his embrace and sought the bathroom. She returned moments later to see him standing by the door. He hadn’t been kidding about no sex.
    Part of her liked him for simply spending the night with her, no strings attached. The other part of her worried he didn’t find her to his liking, despite the many times he’d flattered her.
    “It’s late, and we have work tomorrow.”
    “Problem with dating your boss is he’s all about the schedule.” She sighed. “But I am tired.”
    She gave him another shot to make his move.
    When he leaned closer, she felt a moment of relief. Predictable Mac. Her previous notions about the man hadn’t been that off the mark.
    He placed a kiss on her cheek and then moved around her to the closet, where he fetched her jacket. He put it on her while she stared at him in confusion. Wait. He seriously intended to take her home?
    “Come on,” he growled and dragged her into the bitterly cold night. The drive back to her apartment was over before it had begun, only the sound of classic rock breaking the silence between them. He pulled in front of the old Victorian house and idled the car.
    “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said, still not quite believing tonight had been so enjoyable or so nonsexual. Should I invite him in? Is this part of the script? He didn’t appear to be in a hurry to leave the car, yet he’d been adamant thus far to remain casual friends.
    “No goodnight kiss?” he teased.
    “I thought we did that at your house.”
    “Please.” He huffed. “That peck on the cheek? Woman, I made you dinner. I didn’t spoil the ending of the movie, and I drove you home without molesting you. That’s got to be worth some tongue.”
    She rolled her eyes. “First you don’t want sex, then you do?”
    “It’s just a kiss.” His lips quirked in the moonlight. “Unless you’re afraid you won’t be able to control yourself.”
    “Yeah, right. A kiss, you said. Okay, buddy. Pucker up.” She unbuckled her seatbelt and slid closer to him. Then she palmed his face, and a spark of desire raced through her at the contact. He closed his eyes, and she closed hers as she leaned closer to kiss him.
    Maggie wanted to thank him for being such a gentleman at the same time she wanted to punish him for not making a move. How dare he be so nice ?  All her assumptions about Mac Jameson had gone to the