Infatuation (Club Destiny 4)

He wanted to run his fingers through her hair, wrap the thick, silk around his fist before pulling her head back and exploring her mouth with his tongue.

“It’ll work. You’ll give me a tour of the club, we’ll print – with Luke’s approval, of course – and my readers will go nuts. Susan won’t have any more ammunition for the press. We’ll be able to tell people what goes on behind those doors without revealing a single member.”

Tag met her eyes when she stopped abruptly, standing much closer than he expected. For a brief moment, there was silence in the room; the only sound was each breath they took, growing more and more labored as they remained motionless, brought on by whatever chemical reaction that occurred between them when they were in the same room. A response so potent, should they give in to it, Tag feared it could very well rock him to his core.

Turning away, he stood once again, and it was now his turn to pace. He certainly liked where she was going with this, but that didn’t matter.

It wasn’t his call.

~*~*~

How was it possible to be so infatuated with a man like Tag Murphy? Even with all of the things she knew about him, and more importantly, knew about herself, McKenna didn’t understand the attraction she felt.

A few weeks ago, she’d have blamed it on simple lust. The kind inspired from the sight of a hot, sexy man by a woman who hadn’t had sex in longer than she cared to admit. This... this... whatever you wanted to call it was beginning to border on obsession. So much so, McKenna was stuttering her thoughts.

There was just something about this particular man, with his compelling good looks and sophisticated, dominating presence that caught her attention. Maybe it was those eyes that changed from the color of cool crystalline to that of deep, glistening emeralds. Or perhaps it was that he was so tall, although she couldn’t pinpoint a measurement, but he was quite a bit taller than her own five feet seven inches. Not so tall that she wouldn’t be able to slide her hands up his neck and explore his beautiful bald head with her fingertips.

Oh, God, it could very well be his shaved head because Tag pulled it off so effortlessly. The man was the epitome of male perfection.

Even more impressive than his height or his inquisitive eyes or that sexy head was the thick, ropey muscle that she sensed beneath those fancy suits he wore. She’d felt his solid, well-muscled thigh between her legs just minutes ago, and she’d had to quell the urge to grind against him because he was just that damn hot. She wondered, albeit briefly, how thick other parts of him were.

McKenna knew as much as she admired his physical perfection, that generally wasn’t what drew her to a man, and as much as she tried to pretend that was the case now, she knew she was drawn to him by something more than his eye pleasing appearance. Tag Murphy was also successful and intelligent, two highly appealing qualities when she considered her history.

Remembering where she was and what she was trying to do, McKenna unglued her eyes from his shapely ass and waited until he turned around. “You know it’ll work.”

“It’s not a bad idea,” he paused, glancing around the room before a smile tipped his lips, “but you know it’s not my call. I’ll have to talk to the McCoy’s and get back to you.”

McKenna watched as he turned to go, suddenly wishing she could keep him there for just a little while longer. There were so many things that intrigued her about this man, so many things that she wanted...

A sigh threatened to escape, but she held it in, waiting for him to say something.

“In the meantime, don’t write any more fucking articles.”

Well, that’s not what she wanted to hear.

“I’ll try.” She returned his smile. “You’ve got twenty four hours to get back to me. If I don’t hear from you by then, one way or the other, I’m launching my next one. And this one is guaranteed to raise some eyebrows.”

*****

For the rest of the day, McKenna and Whisper, along with two other part time employees, worked to try and keep up with the staggering response to the article on Tag.

Pictures of him were flying all over cyberspace, women intent on knowing more about the hunky attorney that seemed to have a dark side; a side that apparently more women than just McKenna wanted to explore.

She found it both amusing and a little irritating. Jealousy wasn’t a good color for her, but McKenna was learning that she had developed some sort of possessive gene when it came to Tag. She’d be smart to figuratively pull that little emotion straight out of her brain, wad it up and throw it in the trash. Then set the can on fire. Twice.

She didn’t have time to play games with Tag, or anyone else for that matter. Even if she was enjoying it to some degree, she knew better. McKenna was in no way the type of woman Tag would want on his arm. Or even in his bed. She wasn’t the typical submissive he seemed to be interested in, nor did she play in threes.