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him.
If he had anything to say
about it, she’d be doing more of the latter real soon.
Chapter
Six
*** ~~ *** ~~ *** ~~ ***
McKenna was in her office
promptly at six o’clock the next morning, armed with a large coffee
and an even larger dose of frustration. She was still pissed at Tag
for leading her on the night before, insinuating she would get the
answer she wanted before the night was out. He hadn’t actually
committed to giving her an answer, but yes, she had assumed. Shame
on her.
Now, she was expecting him
to show up, at his own leisure, to give her an answer.
Well, she’d be ready for him.
That morning, when she
crawled out of bed and into the shower, she’d decided it was time
to don the power outfit. The one that made her feel as though she
could conquer the world. Every woman had one and hers just happened
to be a tight black mini skirt, a sheer black shirt and the black
camisole beneath it. To top off the ensemble, she had on her
favorite platform heel, thigh high boots because she was a woman on
a mission.
She’d pulled her hair up
on top of her head, clipped it in stylish disarray, and that was
that. As always, she didn’t use a lot of make-up, but this time,
she’d accentuated her eyes, knowing that men seemed to salivate
when they got a good look at her eyes. Exotic, people called
them.
Pulling her chair up to
her desk, she opened her laptop and began prepping today’s article.
She finally received the edits, and she just needed to make a
couple of tweaks to get it prepared for publishing. McKenna was
going to be prepared for Tag, no matter what time he decided to
show up.
“ Depends
on what I do tonight ,” McKenna mocked him
out loud, her fingers digging into the keyboard.
The audacity of that man.
With her fingers flying across the keyboard,
McKenna managed to immerse herself in the juicy details that she
would be posting later that day. Obviously so engrossed in what she
was doing she hadn’t realized what time it was until there was a
knock on her office door.
Glancing at the clock on the computer, she
saw that it was after nine, which meant Whisper was somewhere in
the office.
“ Come in,” she called out,
but didn’t get up from her chair, nor did she look up from what she
was doing. McKenna knew who it was because if it was her assistant,
she wouldn’t have knocked. She’d be damned if she was going to
appear eager for this conversation.
Truth be told, it was killing her.
“ Morning,” Tag said in
that overly charming twang of his, which she had to admit caught
her attention, and she slowly allowed her gaze to slide from the
computer screen to the man standing just inside the door of her
office.
Oh, Lord! Have
mercy .
Tag Murphy was a powerful, confident man
when he was sporting one of those fancy, expensive suits, but what
she saw before her nearly had her eyes bugging out of her head.
Gone was the buttoned up
attorney, and in his place was the intimidating, mouthwatering man
wearing a pair of faded, well-worn jeans and a long sleeve, black
button down shirt. She wasn’t surprised to see he was wearing long
sleeves because now that she thought about it, she’d never seen Tag
wear anything else.
“ Morning,” she whispered,
still staring at him with renewed interest. Gone was all of the
animosity she’d built up overnight and in its place was scorching
hot lust.
When Tag closed the door behind him, then
engaged the lock, McKenna bit her bottom lip.
“ Did you come with an
answer for me?” she asked, not feeling nearly as poised as she had
hoped to be when he arrived.
“ I might have,” he drawled
out slowly. “But first, we need to get a few things cleared
up.”
She couldn’t agree more.
Standing from her seat,
McKenna forced the starch back into her legs as she moved around to
the front of her desk and leaned against the edge. She could exude
the powerful executive every bit as much as he could; only she
could do it in four inch heels. She
If he had anything to say
about it, she’d be doing more of the latter real soon.
Chapter
Six
*** ~~ *** ~~ *** ~~ ***
McKenna was in her office
promptly at six o’clock the next morning, armed with a large coffee
and an even larger dose of frustration. She was still pissed at Tag
for leading her on the night before, insinuating she would get the
answer she wanted before the night was out. He hadn’t actually
committed to giving her an answer, but yes, she had assumed. Shame
on her.
Now, she was expecting him
to show up, at his own leisure, to give her an answer.
Well, she’d be ready for him.
That morning, when she
crawled out of bed and into the shower, she’d decided it was time
to don the power outfit. The one that made her feel as though she
could conquer the world. Every woman had one and hers just happened
to be a tight black mini skirt, a sheer black shirt and the black
camisole beneath it. To top off the ensemble, she had on her
favorite platform heel, thigh high boots because she was a woman on
a mission.
She’d pulled her hair up
on top of her head, clipped it in stylish disarray, and that was
that. As always, she didn’t use a lot of make-up, but this time,
she’d accentuated her eyes, knowing that men seemed to salivate
when they got a good look at her eyes. Exotic, people called
them.
Pulling her chair up to
her desk, she opened her laptop and began prepping today’s article.
She finally received the edits, and she just needed to make a
couple of tweaks to get it prepared for publishing. McKenna was
going to be prepared for Tag, no matter what time he decided to
show up.
“ Depends
on what I do tonight ,” McKenna mocked him
out loud, her fingers digging into the keyboard.
The audacity of that man.
With her fingers flying across the keyboard,
McKenna managed to immerse herself in the juicy details that she
would be posting later that day. Obviously so engrossed in what she
was doing she hadn’t realized what time it was until there was a
knock on her office door.
Glancing at the clock on the computer, she
saw that it was after nine, which meant Whisper was somewhere in
the office.
“ Come in,” she called out,
but didn’t get up from her chair, nor did she look up from what she
was doing. McKenna knew who it was because if it was her assistant,
she wouldn’t have knocked. She’d be damned if she was going to
appear eager for this conversation.
Truth be told, it was killing her.
“ Morning,” Tag said in
that overly charming twang of his, which she had to admit caught
her attention, and she slowly allowed her gaze to slide from the
computer screen to the man standing just inside the door of her
office.
Oh, Lord! Have
mercy .
Tag Murphy was a powerful, confident man
when he was sporting one of those fancy, expensive suits, but what
she saw before her nearly had her eyes bugging out of her head.
Gone was the buttoned up
attorney, and in his place was the intimidating, mouthwatering man
wearing a pair of faded, well-worn jeans and a long sleeve, black
button down shirt. She wasn’t surprised to see he was wearing long
sleeves because now that she thought about it, she’d never seen Tag
wear anything else.
“ Morning,” she whispered,
still staring at him with renewed interest. Gone was all of the
animosity she’d built up overnight and in its place was scorching
hot lust.
When Tag closed the door behind him, then
engaged the lock, McKenna bit her bottom lip.
“ Did you come with an
answer for me?” she asked, not feeling nearly as poised as she had
hoped to be when he arrived.
“ I might have,” he drawled
out slowly. “But first, we need to get a few things cleared
up.”
She couldn’t agree more.
Standing from her seat,
McKenna forced the starch back into her legs as she moved around to
the front of her desk and leaned against the edge. She could exude
the powerful executive every bit as much as he could; only she
could do it in four inch heels. She
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