Infatuation (Club Destiny 4)

That meeting had been normal in comparison to the meetings that followed for sure. Especially every time they came in contact with one another after that first very brief kiss in his car. Ok, so maybe she was dreaming or perhaps even delusional. She honestly didn’t know how Tag felt about her, aside from the heat she saw in his eyes when they were together. But, she did feel something in his touch, in his kiss, that she was pretty sure she had never felt before.

As her thoughts continued to drift, McKenna was vaguely aware of both Tag and Travis approaching the table where she sat.

“I hope it’s me you’re thinking about.” Tag’s resonant, southern drawl invaded the sexual haze she was encroached in.

McKenna realized she was smiling which was probably what he was referring to. “Maybe. How did your meeting go?” She immediately changed the subject.

“Very well,” Travis answered. “And now I’ve got to get back to Austin to take care of a few things.” Extending his hand out to Tag, McKenna watched the two shake hands. “Thanks. And you’ll be hearing from me soon.”

When Travis turned and extended his hand to her, McKenna gently gripped it in return and smiled. “If you don’t mind, one of these days when you have a few extra minutes, I’d really like to interview you.”

“Yes ma’am.” Travis’ thick Texas drawl made McKenna realize one of the many reasons women must flock to this man.

With that Travis headed for the main doors, stopping to talk to Luke on his way out.

“Are you hungry?” Tag asked as he watched her.

She wasn’t sure what it was, but he seemed oddly intense at the moment, but she let it go.

“I could eat.”

Chapter Twenty Two

Article number five, as approved by Logan McCoy:

The Sinful in Seven Series:

Day Five: Interviewer or Interviewee

Who’s asking the questions here?

Did I say that Luke McCoy put the “sex” in sexy? Well, I meant Logan McCoy. No, wait. I meant Luke. Hell, they both did – with a capital SEX.

Today I was honored with the opportunity to interview Logan McCoy and his beautiful wife, Samantha. Let me just say, I’m not sure who was really asking the questions. The one thing I know for sure, if there were ever any doubts, there definitely aren’t anymore. These two are very much in love.

Needless to say, Mr. and Mrs. Logan McCoy are two very passionate, practical, and exceptionally powerful people. I assure you, I will definitely think twice before deciding to cross either one of them.

I promise a glimpse into their interview in the future, so hold tight!

-McKenna Thorne

Chapter Twenty Three

Article number six, as approved by Tag Murphy (and yes, he got a kick out of this one):

The Sinful in Seven Series:

Day Six: Hanging in

Is it hot in here to you?

Well, if not, then I think I’m having a hot flash.

-McKenna Thorne

Chapter Twenty Four

Tag could’ve sworn it was Thursday and not Monday.

At the rate the day was going, he’d be hard pressed not to drink himself into a blind stupor by sundown, and the sad part about it... it was only ten o’clock in the morning.

He admired McKenna for how she managed to juggle so many things at one time and still remain the cool professional that she was. In fact, things had gotten so out of hand, they both opted to go to the Sensations, Inc. offices so she could handle a few issues that arose during the few days she was absent. Although, based on what he saw, Whisper Durant was doing a fine job of handling them, but she was the one who had requested McKenna’s presence.

The articles on Luke and Logan had lit up the phone lines at Sensations, Inc., and although they had called in every additional person they had, it still seemed the influx of interest was too much. Not for McKenna though. She was amazingly cool under pressure and Tag found himself just watching her.

She was currently sitting at her desk, her fingers flying over her keyboard as she did whatever it was that she did. Answering a ton of questions, he was sure.

“Mac?” Whisper’s voice came from down the hall long before she approached, and she wasn’t any quieter when she walked through the door.

Tag fought the urge to laugh. Whisper. The woman was so incredibly loud, he wondered whether her parents knew what they were getting themselves into.

He sat on the sofa in McKenna’s office, his laptop in front of him and watched the exchange between the two women. They couldn’t have been any more different than two people could be. McKenna was tall, slender, with porcelain skin and vibrant red hair while Whisper was cute, short, with bronze skin and a short, white-blond bob. They were an interesting pair the two of them were. Tag couldn’t help but notice how well they worked together, or how much they knew what the other was about to say.