Infatuation (Club Destiny 4)

She’d pulled her hair up on top of her head, clipped it in stylish disarray, and that was that. As always, she didn’t use a lot of make-up, but this time, she’d accentuated her eyes, knowing that men seemed to salivate when they got a good look at her eyes. Exotic, people called them.

Pulling her chair up to her desk, she opened her laptop and began prepping today’s article. She finally received the edits, and she just needed to make a couple of tweaks to get it prepared for publishing. McKenna was going to be prepared for Tag, no matter what time he decided to show up.

“Depends on what I do tonight,” McKenna mocked him out loud, her fingers digging into the keyboard.

The audacity of that man.

With her fingers flying across the keyboard, McKenna managed to immerse herself in the juicy details that she would be posting later that day. Obviously so engrossed in what she was doing she hadn’t realized what time it was until there was a knock on her office door.

Glancing at the clock on the computer, she saw that it was after nine, which meant Whisper was somewhere in the office.

“Come in,” she called out, but didn’t get up from her chair, nor did she look up from what she was doing. McKenna knew who it was because if it was her assistant, she wouldn’t have knocked. She’d be damned if she was going to appear eager for this conversation.

Truth be told, it was killing her.

“Morning,” Tag said in that overly charming twang of his, which she had to admit caught her attention, and she slowly allowed her gaze to slide from the computer screen to the man standing just inside the door of her office.

Oh, Lord! Have mercy.

Tag Murphy was a powerful, confident man when he was sporting one of those fancy, expensive suits, but what she saw before her nearly had her eyes bugging out of her head.

Gone was the buttoned up attorney, and in his place was the intimidating, mouthwatering man wearing a pair of faded, well-worn jeans and a long sleeve, black button down shirt. She wasn’t surprised to see he was wearing long sleeves because now that she thought about it, she’d never seen Tag wear anything else.

“Morning,” she whispered, still staring at him with renewed interest. Gone was all of the animosity she’d built up overnight and in its place was scorching hot lust.

When Tag closed the door behind him, then engaged the lock, McKenna bit her bottom lip.

“Did you come with an answer for me?” she asked, not feeling nearly as poised as she had hoped to be when he arrived.

“I might have,” he drawled out slowly. “But first, we need to get a few things cleared up.”

She couldn’t agree more.

Standing from her seat, McKenna forced the starch back into her legs as she moved around to the front of her desk and leaned against the edge. She could exude the powerful executive every bit as much as he could; only she could do it in four inch heels. She crossed her arms over her chest, her legs at her ankles and waited for him to proceed.

The way his gaze lingered on her legs for longer than was appropriate in a business setting made her smile.

“That outfit normally work on men?” Tag asked, sounding just as cocky as he had the night before.

“I don’t see you complaining,” she retorted, straightening her back just slightly.

“Oh, honey, I’m not complaining, but I can tell you what you’d be wearing if it were up to me.”

McKenna didn’t even want to go there. She had a good idea.

“Cut to it, Tag. Are Luke and Logan interested in my offer or not?”

She watched him, feeling the intensity in those forest green eyes. He might’ve shed the power suit, but he hadn’t shed the dominant, alpha male that was obviously a part of his chemical makeup.

“There are some rules to this little endeavor, so before you get excited, you might want to read the fine print.”

The fine print?

Had he seriously drawn up a contract? Oh, fuck. No sooner had she thought it when Tag pulled a folded piece of paper out of his back pocket.

“Want me to read it to you? Or do you prefer to do that yourself?” Tag asked as he moved closer. His gaze was predatory in nature, and she felt like a gazelle that had just been cornered by a hungry lion.

“I can read it, thank you.” That should’ve come out a little bit more firmly, but McKenna was suddenly having a hard time focusing on anything except the warm, hard male body standing mere centimeters away. The rich, musky scent of his cologne tickled her senses, and it was like a starburst of lust had been set off in her bloodstream. It was a heady thing, his smell.

He was holding the paper, and she had to unfold her arms from her chest in order to take it. The downside was the move also allowed Tag to see how her nipples had puckered – her body’s apparent approval.