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trying to assimilate the knowledge that she wasn’t going anywhere unless he permitted it. It was an unsubtle display of the ease with which he could dominate her and a sour lesson for an independent woman accustomed to managing on her own.
    But it was hard to preserve her angry reserve when his big, warm hands were on her. What had started as a tension-reducing massage had become slow, sensual, arousing caresses. She tried to sit straight and stiff in the chair, but maintaining an erect, tense posture was almost impossible with his fingers working their magic, when she could feel the heat emanating from his body and his warm breath fan her hair.
    Courtney drew in a sharp, shaky breath and her heart seemed to jump in her chest. Had she imagined it or had his lips brushed the top of her head? She began to ache with the tension of holding back. She wanted to give in, to let her head fall back against the muscular wall of his chest. To close her eyes and relax...
    Connor was waging a similar war with his own self-control. He’d already lost two major battles: the first, when he had looked into those great dark eyes of hers and succumbed to his sudden, overwhelming need to touch her, and the second by continuing to caress her, by keeping her locked under his hands.
    He felt the slow, subtle beginning of her submission; her muscles were losing their tension, she was softening, leaning into his hands, her breathing quickening.
    A sharp hot flame of desire flared through him. He could feel the heat, the pressure building within him, the pleasure knotting deep in his groin...
    “Courtney!” The sharp, stern voice of Mimi Ditmar sounded outside the office, accompanied by an equally bone-jarring knock on the door.
    Connor dropped his hands at the same moment that Courtney sprang from the chair. They moved swiftly to opposite ends of the office, as Mimi knocked again.
    “Come in, Mimi,” Courtney called in a voice that was embarrassingly, revealingly shaky. Her cheeks pinked, and she took great care not to glance in Connor’s direction.
    Mimi entered, carrying a stack of videotapes. “In view of Mr. McKay’s interests in the American cinema, I thought he might like to see these tapes of our past shows dealing with the subject.” She thrust them into Connor’s hands. “Here you are, Mr. McKay. Take them with you and enjoy.” Connor looked completely baffled. Courtney smiled weakly. “Thank you, Mimi.”
    Mimi acknowledged her thanks with a brief nod, then briskly left the office.
    “She thinks you’re a filmmaker,” Courtney explained before Connor could even ask. “A wild nonconformist Hollywood type. But she’s obviously deemed you worthy of contributing to the network.”
    Connor arched his brows. “Any particular reason why she thinks that?”
    Courtney responded with a silent shrug. She didn’t care to inform him of her frantic rush to Mimi’s desk which had led to the secretary’s misapprehension. He would draw all the wrong conclusions.
    She cast a quick, covert glance at him and found him watching her. Tension, thick and hot and almost tangible in its strength, stretched between them. Courtney knew he was remembering, as was she, those moments before Mimi’s interruption. Once again heat flooded her. Thank heavens, he would never know how very close she had been to—to— “If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to finish my lunch,” she said quickly, interrupting her own sensual reverie. She would not permit herself to fall into the trap of spinning fantasies about a man like Connor McKay.
    “I’ll stay.” He sat down in her chair again and picked up the American cinema transcript she had laid on her desk. “As soon as you’re finished, we’ll go see Kaufman. That’s Kieran Kaufman, with Insight magazine,” he added.
    “I know that name. He’s that local TV newscaster who keeps getting fired for one sleazy reason or another. He’s the one who’s going to write the adoption story?” She was not