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chastised herself.
    If Mac Harrison was so contemptuous, why was sweat prickling her underarms, and why was she flicking her hair over her shoulder and rubbing a finger over her teeth to ensure none of her crimson-warrior lipstick had transferred itself?
    She gave herself a stern talking to as she marched toward the conference room. She had been thinking about this moment ever since Claudia had handed down her sentence last week. A whole seven days of dwelling on this scenario, shooting it from every angle with her mental camera, playing both leads, considering all possibilities.
    She was not going to gush or simper or blush or ogle or flirt. She was simply going to walk into that meeting room and greet him coolly and professionally. Not by the flicker of an eyelid was she going to reveal that just a week ago she had imagined him pressed against her, his body buried deep inside hers. Hell no. They were going to discuss the upcoming project intelligently, then they would go their separate ways. All very business-like and orderly. All very dignified.
    Then she entered the room and lost the power to think.
    Claudia was sitting to one side, a smile on her face as she talked to Mac. But all Grace could register was
him:
his scent, his presence, his height, his breadth, his charisma. She felt as though someone had just driven over her with a silk and velvet steamroller, then punched her in the stomach for good measure.
    Then he actually looked at her and it was like standing under a million-watt klieg light. Her knees literally gave out on her — fortunately she was close enough to grab the back of one of the chairs and she held on with a white-knuckled grip as her body went up in flames.
    He was, quite simply, too good-looking to be fully human.
    Everything was perfect — the small screen didn’t do him justice. He was taller. His eyes were clearer, bluer. His jaw was stronger, his nose prouder. He was more graceful, as well as more powerful-looking. He was simply…
more
.
    “Mac, you and Grace have met before, right?” Claudia said.
    He extended his hand, his smile broadening. “Actually, believe it not, we haven’t,” he said.
    Grace stared stupidly at his outstretched hand for a full, agonizing ten seconds. He wanted her to actually
touch
him? To lay her skin against his and not expire on the spot?
    Swallowing, she slowly extended her own hand. There was no choice, right? Claudia was already staring at her as though she was an escapee from planet loopy and the smile on his face had lost most of its spontaneity. Gritting her teeth, she clasped his hand in hers.
    Sensation skittered up her nerve endings and danced around her body. His hand was large and warm, strong. His skin was smooth but firm. She stared at his well-tended nails and perfectly shaped fingers, remembering how many times she’d imagined him cupping her breasts, thumbing her nipples, sliding her underwear down….
    She snatched her hand away and took a jerky step backward.
    “S-static electricity,” she blurted when Claudia and Mac stared at her.
    He frowned and she busied herself with settling into a chair and arranging her notes and pencils in front of her on the glass-topped table.
    Where had her game plan gone? What about dignity and coolness and professionalism? She’d never felt less dignified or professional in her life. She felt exactly like a star-struck teenager, complete with a mouth full of braces, bad acne and baby fat.
    “Might as well get started, I guess,” Claudia said, shooting Grace a questioning glance. Grace got the distinct feeling she’d be having an intense interrogation session with her friend later. Her toes curled in her shoes at the very thought.
    “Grace, you’re still working on the first draft of the script, I know, but I really want this wedding feature to rate off the graph. I’m kicking in extra money for location shoots, whatever it takes. As far as venues go, Mac, the scouts have narrowed it down to two