not sure Club
Destiny is necessarily pursuing Ms. Thorne; however, it is a
discussion we’re currently having.”
Had Travis been anyone else, Tag would’ve
been irritated that he seemed to know about the club’s personal
business.
“ I better get going,”
Travis stated as he stood. “I’ve got a meeting with Luke
shortly.”
“ How’s your brother?” Tag
asked as Travis stood from his chair. Tag had been keeping tabs on
Zane ever since the groundbreaking ceremony for Alluring
Indulgence, but he hadn’t heard anything in the last few
days.
“ Better.” Something in
Travis’ eyes told Tag there was more to his simple answer, but true
to form, the man wasn’t going to elaborate.
Hell, Tag was surprised
he’d said as much as he had in the last few minutes. Aside from
business, which this could probably be categorized as, Travis
wasn’t known for his long-windedness.
“ Glad to hear it. And it
was good to see you again.” Tag pulled out the chair on the other
side of McKenna, watching Travis intently. He couldn’t help but
wonder whether Travis Walker had more interest in McKenna than just
a story on his upcoming resort. He also couldn’t help but wonder
why he actually gave a damn. But he did.
“ You too. And as for you,
Ms. Thorne, I look forward to seeing you again soon.”
When the cowboy walked
away, Tag turned his attention to the beautiful woman now staring
intently at him. He knew what she wanted. And as much as he’d like
to think it was him that she was after, he knew better. The sexy
journalist was after the tidbit of information he’d garnered from
Luke McCoy earlier.
As much as he wanted to
tell her the answer right here and end her suspense, he wasn’t
going to. Where was the fun in that? Not to mention, this wasn’t
the place to do it. Figuring that taking her up to his private room
would give away more information than he was willing to at this
point, he decided on a different tack.
“ What time can I meet you
at your office in the morning?” he asked, sipping his
bourbon.
“ Tomorrow?” The single
word dripped with disappointment, but he had to give her credit, he
didn’t detect a hint of it on her stunning features.
A smile threatened as Tag
kept his eyes on her, watching to see the telltale sign of her
anxiety. She wanted this exclusive, he knew she did. But, if he
wasn’t mistaken, McKenna wanted something else, as well.
“ Yes. Tomorrow. Unless you
won’t have time to see me.”
Her lengthy pause, as she regarded him,
intrigued Tag.
“ No. Tomorrow’s fine. I
get to the office around six, and I should be there for most of the
morning.”
“ Six? You’re out a little
late for a woman who gets up so early.”
“ Don’t worry about me, Mr.
Murphy. I’m quite capable of deciding when is too late,” she
retorted before pushing her chair back.
He’d successfully pissed
her off. He hadn’t necessarily been trying to, but the back and
forth between them led him to believe it was what she expected. She
was still wary of his intentions even after dinner and that little
tease of a kiss that still made his dick stir when he thought about
it.
“ I’ll see you in the
morning then,” he told her and then turned away as though brushing
her off.
“ What time?” she asked,
and he heard the exasperation in her voice. McKenna was used to
controlling the situation, making those she interacted with bend to
her will, but she would soon learn, Tag wasn’t the type of man she
normally did business with. Nor was he the man who would bow at her
pretty little feet and give her everything she demanded.
“ What time, what?” he
asked, pretending not to know what she was talking
about.
“ What time will you be at
my office?”
“ I’m not sure. I guess it
depends on what I do tonight. Don’t worry, I’ll be
there.”
McKenna glared at him and then stormed off.
Tag enjoyed watching her walk away, but he’d have much preferred to
see her on her knees before
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