Infatuation (Club Destiny #4)(27)
Author: Nicole Edwards

“What do you think?”

“I was expecting red velvet and black lights.” McKenna laughed, and the light, sultry sound soothed the beast pacing back and forth inside of him.

“Sorry to disappoint.” He laughed with her.

“This is nice,” McKenna stated a few minutes later. Tag wasn’t sure whether she was talking about the view, or his apartment, or even his arms being wrapped around her, but either way, he had to agree. This was nice.

“Do all of the rooms look like this?” McKenna asked, pulling away from him as she wandered through the living room.

“They’re very similar, some are just smaller,” he answered, his eyes tracking her movements.

The woman was feminine grace in its classiest form. With her long, glossy fiery red hair hanging down her back in waves, and the smoothness of her pale skin, Tag couldn’t take his eyes off of her.

“It’s not as big as I expected it to be,” she commented as she fingered the intricate glass pieces sitting on the wood beam mantle.

“The club or the apartment?”

Another provocative laugh had Tag’s entire body going rigid. He wanted to see her naked. He wanted to explore every inch of the beautiful woman with his tongue.

Chapter Eight

McKenna made her way along the ornate wooden mantel, admiring the little pieces of Tag she glimpsed in the small intricate glass figurines and wooden sculptures that decorated the top. Although she knew this wasn’t where he lived, she was impressed by the aesthetic detail that had been put into decorating the space. It was warm and inviting, almost the complete opposite of what she originally expected.

“Both, actually,” McKenna clarified her statement. “I envisioned something bigger. With more… toys.” Now she was just teasing him, and his answering laugh told her that he knew it.

“I’ve got toys, darlin. I’ll show them to you as soon as you’re ready.”

McKenna didn’t doubt that for a second.

For a few minutes, she had allowed herself to see the man for who he really was, not for who Tag allowed the world to see. She was enjoying being able to glimpse this aspect of him, though she was pretty sure most people didn’t take the time to notice. Either that or he didn’t allow them the chance.

She was intrigued.

It wasn’t the apartment that captivated her because quite frankly, it was just an apartment. Sure, the floors were a dark cherry mahogany wood, the walls were a faux leather buttercream that must’ve taken some serious time to finish and the furniture was obviously expensive. But it was the little things that made up the man standing just a few short feet away from her that captured her interest.

She continued to walk through the open living space, glancing throughout, simply trying to pass the time and rein in some of the anxiety that had infused her from the moment Tag put his arms around her. For a few minutes, while they had stood staring out at the dingy city, McKenna almost forgot why she was there.

It was easy to pretend that this wasn’t what it actually was. A business arrangement. In her world, business was sex, although she wasn’t normally engaged in it, but rather writing or talking about it. This was undeniably different from that, but she could feel the sexual tension pulling at her, beckoning her. That’s exactly what she expected when she was near Tag. It was his appeal.

Pure, carnal sex.

And here she was, day one of seven, about to go on a journey into the infamous world of Club Destiny to see what made it, and the man who had bravely offered to show her, tick.

She turned to see Tag still standing by the window, backlit by the morning sun, looking so damn delicious, she wanted to jump right into the sex part because quite frankly, it had been a damn long time for her.

Not that she was going to tell him that.

Her hormones were in influx, her nerves rioting, and she was ready to get on with whatever it was he had in store for her for the next few days, although she figured they probably needed to talk about it first.

“About the contract,” she said as she made her way to the large, leather sofa.

“What about it?” Tag asked, moving around to the overstuffed chair sitting off to the side.

“I want to share my journey with my readers.” She’d given it some thought, and the contract hadn’t stated how she handled the article, only that Luke had to approve prior to publishing. McKenna was fine with that, but she wasn’t about to lose a solid week without giving her readers some juicy details.

“I’m good with that.” He grinned. “Luke has to approve, but then you can post whatever you want.”

Whatever she wanted? It was her turn to grin.