“Kane,” Tag greeted the familiar bartender whose name McKenna hadn’t known until now.
“What’s up, T?” The devilishly handsome, if not intimidating, man greeted. “What can I get you?”
“Get my friend anything she wants and put it on my tab.”
Damn him. She was half tempted to glare at him and tell him that she didn’t need anything from him, other than an answer to her request from earlier in the day. She didn’t though.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes,” Tag whispered in her ear, the rough, gravelly words sounding more like a promise than just to inform her.
“Take your time.” McKenna tried to play it cool, tried to pretend like she didn’t care one way or the other what he did, but the truth was, despite knowing better, she still wanted to know more about the intensely sexy attorney.
But she wouldn’t be doing that now. Tag was gone.
A second later, she saw him emerge from the crowd as he ascended the stairs to the second floor. Her eyes were glued to him, unable to detect the stunning physique she knew was beneath that expensive suit.
She continued watching him as he punched in that secret code that would lead him to the kink and depravity that existed in that other world she wanted to know so much about.
Shaking off the thought, McKenna thanked Kane for her drink and then went in search of an empty table a little farther from the crowd. As much as she would prefer to stand, or even walk around, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. The restless energy made it difficult, but there was no way she was going to let Tag know how tight he wound her. She had no idea whether he could see her from where he was, but on the off chance that was possible, she wasn’t going to give him anything to use against her later.
She settled for a table that allowed a view of the dance floor and sat down. She watched several of the gyrating couples, wondering whether they even knew what was on the other side of that door on the second floor. She certainly wondered.
Most of these people were probably too excited about a night out with friends even to care. With the music blaring and people trying to speak over it, McKenna managed to get lost in the chaos of the club, rather than wondering what Tag was doing at that very moment.
Hopefully he was talking to Luke about the exclusive, but she tried not to get her hopes up. He seemed to allude to that fact, but knowing Tag, he would never out and out tell her exactly what she wanted to know. She had thought about reminding him of her threat to disclose more information, but she wasn’t naive enough to believe Tag was swayed in any way by threats. No, the man was probably impossible to rattle with his abundance of confidence, and his I don’t give a fuck attitude.
“McKenna? McKenna Thorne?” An unfamiliar voice caught her attention, and she slowly turned to look at the man standing just a few inches to her left.
She didn’t immediately recognize the sexy cowboy, but she rummaged through as many mental images as possible to try to figure out whether she knew him. She figured she didn’t based on the way he questioned whether she was really the person he thought she was.
“That’s me,” she replied to the tall, handsome stranger with the black Stetson pulled low over his eyes, throwing his face in just enough shadow that she had a hard time identifying him anyway.
“Travis Walker,” the man introduced himself, taking off the black Stetson and holding it to his side momentarily
As soon as she got a better look at those sinful blue-gray eyes, she recognized him. “Mr. Walker, nice to actually meet you in person.”
McKenna had not been introduced to any of the Walker brothers up to this point because she had been unable to attend the groundbreaking of the new Alluring Indulgence resort down in Austin, despite having made every effort. Due to other, more pressing matters, she had regretfully declined the invitation she received.
Without asking, Travis took the seat beside her, sitting his cowboy hat back on his head and pinning her with a wickedly sexy grin.
McKenna tried to pretend she wasn’t on the edge of her seat, ready to rapid fire questions at this man because aside from the Club Destiny story, the Walker’s new resort was fast becoming the talk of the media. At least in her circles they were. She was impatiently ready to learn everything there was to know about this new erotic retreat that was making headlines faster than they were building.
“What brings you to Dallas?” she questioned him, watching as he took a long pull on his beer.
She had to agree with the other erotic newsfeeds that she kept her eye on these days; this man was undeniably as intensely attractive as everyone claimed. With his smoldering eyes, that rugged stubbly jaw, those dazzling white teeth and yes, even his slightly crooked nose, Travis Walker was definitely swoon worthy.