There weren’t any doors leading to the area from the main club that she knew of, nor did she think it was the kitchen area because it would’ve been too large for what they catered to.
No, there was undoubtedly something beneath the floor they were currently on, and heaven help her, McKenna wanted to know what it was. But when her eyes met Tag’s, once again her mind went blank, and the only thought that flittered through was one that involved smoking hot sex and two naked bodies.
McKenna managed a subtle smile, but her attention was suddenly diverted to the three women approaching her. Several others in the room were paying careful attention to them as well, but to her dismay, the three beauties that attracted so much male attention looked intent on something and McKenna realized they were clearly moving in her direction.
“McKenna, meet Samantha McCoy and Ashleigh Thomas,” Sierra said by way of introduction. “Sam, Ashleigh, this is McKenna Thorne.”
Ashleigh was the first to hold out her hand, her grip gentle as they shook. “I know you.”
McKenna forced a smile, wondering exactly what would come out of Ashleigh’s mouth next. This was how it always was whenever she met or was introduced to someone new. They knew her, but they didn’t know from where. Most of the time, to her relief, they knew her because they were a fan of her magazine, but sometimes, it was because of the other magazine her image had been imbedded in.
“You’re the owner of Sensations, Inc.” Ashleigh smiled brightly. “I am absolutely addicted to your magazine.”
“Thank you.” McKenna managed to speak, though she felt the intense interest coming from Samantha and it made her just a tad uncomfortable.
“I meant to congratulate you earlier today, Sierra.” Hoping to deflect the three women, McKenna focused on Sierra and the baby news. “The three of you must be ecstatic.”
“Well, I am, I can tell you that much.” Sierra laughed. “I’m not sure Luke and Cole are going to survive the pregnancy though. They’ve become so overprotective; I barely get a chance to take a shower by myself.”
Samantha laughed, and McKenna felt the tension ease between them. “Honey, you being pregnant has nothing to do with the three of you being in the shower, unless you consider that’s probably where the baby was conceived.”
Sierra blushed prettily.
Samantha directed her attention once again, and McKenna smiled, meeting her head on. There was no time like the present to get this out of the way. She could tell by the look in her eyes, the woman knew who she was and how she recognized her.
“I have to agree with Ashleigh,” Sam grinned, “I’m definitely a fan of your work. Your blog is the first thing I review each morning, especially since you began pursuing Tag.”
“He’s definitely catching the attention of my readers,” McKenna offered. “After that first post, my website blew up with interest. Just want to give the readers what they want.”
“So how is the exclusive coming along?” Samantha asked, her gaze still firmly planted. “Is Tag showing you anything you didn’t already know?”
McKenna felt as though there was a double entendre in Samantha’s comment, and she suddenly felt like she was in an interrogation room, the heat of the overhead lamps making her sweat. If she wasn’t mistaken, Samantha harbored a little resentment toward her. She just didn’t know what could be the cause.
“It’s been interesting.”
Samantha briefly glanced across the room, and McKenna followed her gaze. When she noticed Tag was the intended recipient of Samantha’s attention, she realized instantly what was upsetting the other woman.
Being that McKenna’s job entailed knowing the dirty little secrets of the city’s most prominent residents, she was well aware of Logan McCoy’s intense fascination with threesomes and sharing his wife with other men. Though Logan was entirely too discreet for her to find out exactly which man was his current third, his wife didn’t have quite the same level of conservative control as he did. The way Samantha was looking at Tag now told McKenna everything she didn’t want to know.
It also explained why Tag was hell bent on taking things so slow.
Heat suffused her as she thought back to that morning and their early dawn foreplay – the only time Tag had actually put his hands on her since she’d been there.
“Are you and Tag...?” McKenna fought the urge to slam her hand over her mouth as the words spewed forth, unable to be stopped.
“We were.” Sam nodded, a sad smile on her face. “I think his interest has been successfully diverted.”