Susan’s reaction to Sierra’s relationship with Luke and Cole came as a bit of a shock to the three of them. She made good on her promise to sue Sierra for misrepresentation of her design experience, although Susan’s retaliation was obviously due to her intense feelings for Luke and Cole. Tag knew for a fact that Sierra had wished she never laid eyes on the high maintenance, demanding attorney, so today’s outcome had to be a welcome relief.
“When are you going to let these people know what Club Destiny is truly all about? The lewd and repulsive acts that go on behind closed doors?”
Funny how the woman didn’t find the club lewd and repulsive when she had been the one being nailed to the wall by one or more members of the club during her frequent weekly visits.
Tag raised his eyebrows as if to question Susan, knowing full well she was continuing to dig herself a deeper hole every time she chose to open her mouth.
He sometimes, like now, had trouble understanding what made the woman snap. Tag liked Luke McCoy well enough, but seriously? Could Luke have been that good in bed that the instant Susan felt he wasn’t hers to have any longer she went off the deep end? Shit, he’d engaged in some seriously intense sex in his lifetime, but no one had ever pushed him to his limits.
Then again, Tag never allowed himself to consider anyone his the way Susan mistakenly did. There might have been a relationship or two that Tag considered exclusive, but with those partners, they agreed up front and they knew full well what he was and was not interested in.
When it was over, it was over.
Another reason he liked the recent nontraditional aspect to his relationships. He was content with being a third because it allowed him the freedom he craved while also giving him the monogamy – for lack of a better word – that he desired. However, his current relationship status stood at single because he didn’t have time for anything else. Or at least that’s what he told himself.
For a solid month, Tag had managed to avoid Logan and Samantha McCoy’s requests for him to join them in their infrequent rendezvous’ because... well, because of her. The sinfully beautiful woman, dressed in black, from head to toe, pinning him with those exquisite eyes; the same one standing behind Susan Toulmin, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth in another attempt to fuck with him.
Instead of responding to either woman, Tag turned around, and this time successfully escaped the throng of reporters eager to sling mud all over the front pages of whatever magazine or newspaper they represented.
Including McKenna Thorne.
If she knew what was best for her, she’d back off before she bit off more than she could chew.
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McKenna watched as the extremely fine specimen known as Tag Murphy slowly disappeared from sight, appearing to be swallowed whole by the throng of reporters jumping for the chance to catch that one golden ticket comment that would rocket their career to stardom.
She didn’t move until she couldn’t see his sexy as hell bald head any longer. What she wouldn’t give just to follow him. Thankfully, she had been blessed with enough common sense to know better.
From the moment she laid eyes on him nearly two months earlier, McKenna realized Tag was one she didn’t want to mess with. Yet, she was captivated by him. Totally enthralled with every facet of the man to the point she was all but stalking him on the internet, digging up as much information about him as she could, and absorbing it as fast as possible. It was a good thing that was her job, or she might be a little worried about her own sanity.
Oh, hell, who was she kidding? She was a little worried.
She found some consolation in the fact that Tag Murphy considered her the enemy; therefore, thwarting any chance of her getting close to the man. Little did he know, McKenna was the least he had to worry about. But, it was easier to accept his aversion to her than risk the chance of facing him one on one again.
Their impromptu introduction a couple of months before had left her reeling. Similar to her intentions today, McKenna had been at the courthouse in hopes of speaking to Tag in regard to his personal take on the trial. Considering he wasn’t representing Sierra, she had been hoping to get his opinion on a future outcome.
From the moment she asked the question, McKenna had been caught up in the mesmerizing intensity of his beautiful green eyes. He never did fully answer her, but something else had transpired between them that day. Something McKenna thought about often in the days since.
In recent days, she’d acquired a few juicy tidbits of information about the sexy lawyer that she was tempted to share with her readers, but for some reason, she felt it necessary to keep those intricate secrets to herself. After all, she hadn’t become successful by exploiting people. No, her readers had come to love her online magazine for her insight and her honesty. But, just like any other journalist worth their salt, McKenna had learned how to get the information she needed.