Plié (Wicked Moves, #1)

by A.H. Cunningham

There he stood, all smooth mahogany skin and piercing eyes behind fancy glasses, bald head contrasted by the thickest beard I had ever seen, dressed in his usual black tailored suit and white shirt that hinted at the powerful body beneath. The stoic gaze he trained on me incited all kinds of thoughts. None of them were appropriate for mixed company.

The Nightmare Dad, Mr. Davenport.

I let my eyes travel from the top of her long straight blonde weave, lingering on the dark smooth skin of her abundant cleavage and curvaceous body down to her black slides. Mila was one of the most gorgeous women I’d ever known, and our history was…complicated. It had become normal for us to straddle the line between friendship and benefits. We had made it work for so long. We’d promised never to hurt each other and kept that promise. We weren’t in love with each other, but the lust… That was another thing.

She got on my fucking nerves. Images of that serene smile she plastered on her face appeared. I wanted to fluster her, rustle her until she lost that airy composure. I envied her; I envied the way she made it seem all easy and seamless even when she was fucking up. She’d made some poor business decisions through the time Trin had been a member, and every single time, she dusted herself off and moved forward. And she made it look effortless.

Ms. McKinney intrigued me, but I’d never admit that. Not even to Stephen, even though he’d accused me of being weirdly obsessed with her. There was something about her that just called to me from the day I met her two years ago.

“So, you want to be my dirty little doll?” he asked, and again, I moaned.