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going with this, but that didn’t matter.
    It wasn’t his call.
     
    ~*~*~
     
    How was it possible to be so infatuated with
a man like Tag Murphy? Even with all of the things she knew about
him, and more importantly, knew about herself, McKenna didn’t
understand the attraction she felt.
    A few weeks ago, she’d
have blamed it on simple lust. The kind inspired from the sight of
a hot, sexy man by a woman who hadn’t had sex in longer than she
cared to admit. This... this... whatever you wanted to call it was
beginning to border on obsession. So much so, McKenna was
stuttering her thoughts.
    There was just something
about this particular man, with his compelling good looks and
sophisticated, dominating presence that caught her attention. Maybe
it was those eyes that changed from the color of cool crystalline
to that of deep, glistening emeralds. Or perhaps it was that he was
so tall, although she couldn’t pinpoint a measurement, but he was
quite a bit taller than her own five feet seven inches. Not so tall
that she wouldn’t be able to slide her hands up his neck and
explore his beautiful bald head with her fingertips.
    Oh, God, it could very
well be his shaved head because Tag pulled it off so effortlessly.
The man was the epitome of male perfection.
    Even more impressive than
his height or his inquisitive eyes or that sexy head was the thick,
ropey muscle that she sensed beneath those fancy suits he wore.
She’d felt his solid, well-muscled thigh between her legs just
minutes ago, and she’d had to quell the urge to grind against him
because he was just that damn hot. She wondered, albeit briefly,
how thick other parts of him were.
    McKenna knew as much as
she admired his physical perfection, that generally wasn’t what
drew her to a man, and as much as she tried to pretend that was the
case now, she knew she was drawn to him by something more than his
eye pleasing appearance. Tag Murphy was also successful and
intelligent, two highly appealing qualities when she considered her
history.
    Remembering where she was and what she was
trying to do, McKenna unglued her eyes from his shapely ass and
waited until he turned around. “You know it’ll work.”
    “ It’s not a bad idea,” he
paused, glancing around the room before a smile tipped his lips,
“but you know it’s not my call. I’ll have to talk to the McCoy’s
and get back to you.”
    McKenna watched as he turned to go, suddenly
wishing she could keep him there for just a little while longer.
There were so many things that intrigued her about this man, so
many things that she wanted...
    A sigh threatened to
escape, but she held it in, waiting for him to say
something.
    “ In the meantime, don’t
write any more fucking articles.”
    Well, that’s not what she wanted to
hear.
    “ I’ll try.” She returned
his smile. “You’ve got twenty four hours to get back to me. If I
don’t hear from you by then, one way or the other, I’m launching my
next one. And this one is guaranteed to raise some
eyebrows.”
     
    *****
     
    For the rest of the day,
McKenna and Whisper, along with two other part time employees,
worked to try and keep up with the staggering response to the
article on Tag.
    Pictures of him were
flying all over cyberspace, women intent on knowing more about the
hunky attorney that seemed to have a dark side; a side that
apparently more women than just McKenna wanted to
explore.
    She found it both amusing
and a little irritating. Jealousy wasn’t a good color for her, but
McKenna was learning that she had developed some sort of possessive
gene when it came to Tag. She’d be smart to figuratively pull that
little emotion straight out of her brain, wad it up and throw it in
the trash. Then set the can on fire. Twice.
    She didn’t have time to
play games with Tag, or anyone else for that matter. Even if she
was enjoying it to some degree, she knew better. McKenna was in no
way the type of woman Tag would want on his arm. Or even in his
bed.