Ever since she exited Tag’s car back at her office, she couldn’t help but think about that mind blowing kiss. It wasn’t anything more than a meeting of lips, but it was somehow more explosive than some of the down and dirty, tongue action kisses from her past.
Most of them actually.
The only thing about it that bothered her was the easy way Tag seemed to drive away afterward. How could he not have been affected by that? She had been nearly knocked right out of her gorgeous designer shoes.
So, in order to avoid pacing back and forth, or worse... cleaning her entire house from top to bottom, McKenna was pulling into the parking garage of one place she was pretty much guaranteed to run into Tag.
Hell, she was a lost cause – there was no denying it.
After pulling into one of the few spaces left in a garage that was already full on a Thursday night, McKenna shut off the engine and gripped the steering wheel.
She got the strange feeling that all of the times she had encountered Tag in the past were only leading up to something more. After each meeting, she found herself more and more affected by him, but she couldn’t exactly pinpoint what that meant. The only thing she knew for sure, their relationship was slowly morphing into something entirely unexpected. Whatever it was that they continued to dance around couldn’t be ignored forever.
Nor did she want it to.
No matter how much she tried to convince her overactive imagination that this was strictly business and nothing more, she knew that wasn’t the case. Yes, she wanted a tour of the club, and she wasn’t about to pretend otherwise. She wanted to walk the halls, talk to the owners, and get a good understanding of what went on there. Her readers expected her to have the lowdown on anything and everything erotic. Club Destiny fit that description.
Except she found herself thinking more about Tag than she did about anything else. She still wanted to do all of those things, but it would seem she had a more selfish motive now. One that involved bringing her closer to a man who exuded so much... masculinity. He was distinguished and reserved, yet approachable and so intensely male; and above all else, he pulled it all together and still exuded that laidback southern charm that she found so damn hot.
There was also something else she managed to pick up from her conversations with him. He wasn’t interested in relationships. He hadn’t admitted as much, but she could sense how much of himself that he kept in reserve, reluctant to share with others. And maybe it was just because she was a journalist that he wasn’t interested in talking about himself, but she didn’t think so.
McKenna would never downplay her abilities, and one of them included pretending with the best of them. Since she knew whatever was happening between her and Tag would be temporary at best, she would just have to convince him that she wasn’t interested in anything other than an exclusive on the club. While she was at it, she was going to try to convince herself of the same thing. Any interaction with Tag Murphy was safer that way.
She didn’t figure their dinner date would lead to anything more because McKenna was still convinced she was way too outspoken and forward for a man like him. But stranger things had happened, and she knew never to expect anything less than the unexpected.
Slowly exiting her car, she tried to force the thoughts away because no matter what little hope she had left, she knew Tag was clearly out of her reach in any way that might matter outside of their business relationship.
“Damn it,” McKenna muttered as her heels echoed on the concrete floor as she made her way to the back entrance to the club.
“Such dirty words coming from such a pretty mouth.” The deep, sultry southern twang echoed around her, and McKenna fought the urge to stop.
“What do you want, Murphy? You have an answer for me yet?” she asked in her cool, professional tone, remembering the path her thoughts had been leading down for the last few minutes.
“I’ve got plenty of answers for you, baby,” Tag growled softly, nodding his head toward the bouncer standing near the back door. The man nodded back, stepping out of the way so Tag could open the door, allowing her to walk in ahead of him.
Such a gentleman.
It would seem she had memory problems because instead of remembering why she didn’t want to like this man, she suddenly wanted to know what he would be like in bed. Was he the same southern gentleman? The one with the soft, sweet kisses? Or would that rough, intimidating dark side of his come out? Shit. Now she wanted to know.
Once inside, Tag put his hand on the small of her back, and McKenna damn near stumbled in her three inch heels. The warmth of his hand seared her spine and had a direct effect on the sensitive, apparently needy, place between her thighs. Unsure where he was leading her, McKenna continued walking until they reached the bar.