Infatuation (Club Destiny 4)

“I’ll take care of everything. Go,” Whisper said, her grin spreading across her entire face.

There was no time to respond because Tag took her hand in his, leading her directly from the building to his car. When he opened the door for her, McKenna moved to climb in, but before she could, Tag pulled her against him, his lips pressing against her forehead in a gesture so sweet, the tears she thought had dried up threatened to fall.

When he released her, McKenna looked up at him and asked, “What was that for?”

“Because I haven’t done it nearly enough.”

That was all she needed to hear.

When Tag pulled his car up to his house a short while later, McKenna had to fight to keep her jaw from unhinging. She had seen some nice houses in wealthy neighborhoods in her lifetime, but she wasn’t sure whether she had ever seen anything of this magnitude.

The house, if that was what it could be called, was a monstrosity. From the front, once past the expanse of lush green grass, the multitude of stout oak trees, and the well groomed shrubbery, was a red brick colonial house that was significantly wider than it was tall. With two stories, and more windows than McKenna had ever dreamed of having, the house was a head turner.

Tag pulled the car down a side driveway, bypassing the huge circular drive that bisected the front lawn, and into one of the bays in a four car garage, each with individual garage doors. From the outside, McKenna noticed the same setup on the other end of the house, and she wondered whether there was another garage on the other side or if it was just designed that way to balance the layout.

As the garage door closed behind them, McKenna was suddenly anxious to have a look at the inside. Knowing Tag, she figured the house would be as immaculately put together as he was, and she was excited to get a better feel for how he lived. So much could be learned of a person by looking at how they lived.

McKenna waited patiently for Tag to open her door for her since that was what he seemed to want to do, and once they were inside the house, her awe of him only intensified.

Coming in through the garage door, they didn’t step directly into the kitchen like the floor plan of her home. No, she wasn’t greeted by a refrigerator, rather a washer and dryer and enough square footage to house a full Laundromat.

For the next half hour, McKenna allowed Tag to take her on a brief tour of the house, admiring the warm, soothing tones of the walls, the large, masculine furniture that filled each room, and the artwork that was just as unique as the artwork on his body.

“Would you like some wine?” Tag asked as they stood in the master bedroom.

“Yes,” she told him, but still holding his hand, she stopped him before he would have led her out of the room. “But not right now.”

McKenna wasn’t sure she wanted anything more than him. As far as she was concerned they had wasted more time than they should have in recent days and weeks.

For now, he was all that she needed.

~*~*~

Ever since he had laid himself bare in McKenna’s office, Tag felt slightly off kilter. Except for the times when McKenna looked at him the way she was looking at him right now. With her heart in her eyes, he sensed that she felt everything he somehow found the strength to say.

Only she hadn’t said much of anything since.

When her hands went around his neck, pulling him close, he growled involuntarily and easily swept her up off of her feet and carried her over to his bed. Once he deposited her on the mattress, McKenna surprised him when she rose to her knees, gripping his tie in her hands and pulling him toward her. Hard.

“Remember that little amendment to our contract?” she asked sweetly, but the intensity in her eyes belied her tone.

“I remember.” How could he forget?

“Well, I think this might just be the perfect place for me to exact my revenge.”

Tag instinctively went rigid, his body hardened by her tone and the anticipation that suddenly circulated through his veins. He’d never been dominated by a woman. Although he had a feeling this wouldn’t work out quite the way she anticipated, he was more than willing to let her have her way with him if it made her happy.

“I’m all yours, darlin’.” Tag held his hands out to his sides as a sign of surrender, allowing McKenna to pull him closer, still gripping his tie in her fist.

“The first thing we need to do is to get you out of these clothes,” she informed him, stepping down from the bed, allowing her body to brush down the front of his.

As she eased around behind him, slowly pulling his suit jacket off of his shoulders, Tag remained unmoving, waiting for her instruction.

“Lose the tie,” she instructed in a firm, crisp tone that had his fists clenching at his sides.