No, McKenna had her own dominating personality that she knew would conflict directly with Tag’s. She might fantasize about what it would be like in Tag’s arms, but McKenna knew it would never work. And she wasn’t in the market for a temporary sex partner.
“Well, I’m outta here, Mac,” Whisper called from the doorway of McKenna’s office successfully breaking her from her thoughts.
“You got a hot date tonight?” she asked, glancing up from the image of Tag still laid out before her. She was preparing tomorrow’s article, although she had a sneaking suspicion she would hear from him.
That was why she was preparing two articles.
Her readers would get something they’ve all been waiting a long time to hear about, only she hoped she’d get the quick tour from him, and she could share some of the much anticipated details about the infamous Club Destiny.
“Of course,” Whisper laughed, although from where she sat, McKenna couldn’t detect a trace of humor reflected in Whisper’s warm brown eyes.
“Why’re you laughing?” McKenna asked, suddenly a little concerned for her friend.
“Seriously? Honey, when you’ve been together as long as we have, you’re lucky to get fast food for a date.”
“What do you do for fun?” McKenna knew that Whisper and Anna had been together for at least four years now, so maybe their hot dates had dwindled to the occasional date night, but still. There had to be some spontaneity in their relationship.
“We start by eating dinner, followed by dishes, chased by several hours of whatever is the hot show on television. The most excitement might be a quick laugh over something one of us saw on Facebook.”
“Well, if you want my advice...” McKenna grinned – like her advice had worked for her in the past – “you need to take that woman out sometime.”
“I hear ya.”
The look that passed over Whisper’s pretty, round face had McKenna wanting to ask more questions, but she knew her friend and she knew now was not the time to press. Instead, she just smiled. “Have a good night. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Back atcha, boss lady. See you tomorrow.”
With that Whisper was out the door, and she was once again alone in the office.
Two hours later, McKenna was sitting back admiring her handy work. Two articles about Tag finished and ready to go to the editors. Once they approved them, hopefully before morning, she’d be ready to share something with her readers.
Stretching her tight back muscles, McKenna damn near fell out of her chair when her cell phone rang, startling her. Fumbling, she managed to grip it before hitting the green button to connect the call.
“McKenna Thorne,” she greeted the caller. Not many people knew her cell phone number, so she didn’t bother checking to see who it was.
“Dinner. Tonight.” The gruff Texas drawl belonged to none other than the man she’d been thinking about for the last few hours.
Because of work, of course.
Her heart beat double time against her ribs, and McKenna kept her butt in her chair, not trusting her legs to hold her upright. “Where were you thinking?”
Ok, so yes, she was seriously considering this.
“Does it matter?”
The cockiness in his response actually sent a chill down her spine. The good kind. Did she care where they went? No, not really. Would she let him know that? Ummm... no.
“I don’t go out to dinner with strange men.”
“Well, darlin’, I assure you, I’m not all that strange.”
McKenna couldn’t help herself. She giggled. Fucking giggled. Good grief, what the hell was wrong with her?
“When?”
“Right now. I’m downstairs.”
Holy shit.
McKenna launched herself up from her chair and moved over to the window, pulling the curtain back and peering down into the parking lot. Sure enough, there was Tag’s undeniable black Maserati Quattroporte Sport GT S parked near the entrance. No, she didn’t even actually know what that was, but she’d been researching the man... it came up.
“Five minutes,” she told him and hung up the phone without listening for a response. She rushed into the private bathroom in her office, praying five minutes would be enough time to at least feel presentable.
“You weren’t wearing that when I was here earlier today,” Tag commented as she slid into the sleek, sexy car.
No, she had been wearing jeans, which she rarely wore, and the instant Tag had stormed into her office, she’d felt entirely underdressed to be in his presence. The man didn’t do casual. He was the epitome of the business professional, always wearing an expensive suit that was obviously tailored for his massive body.