Chapter 13
Stoney’s practiced steps glided along the faux marble runway like a slinking panther.
He floated, he sashayed, his movements suggesting s*x at every turn. He invited their eyes to caress the lines of his outfit while he drifted, his expert movements so professional that his footfalls made no sound at all.
He knew where every foot was going to land. He knew every move to make and even brought a little of the sexiness he’d used in porn into this modeling agency, setting him apart from the others. Meat and bone, that was all they were. But that wasn’t Stoney. Stoney had that missing ingredient—s*x appeal. Both men and women looked in his direction, and what they saw was a perfect body, face, and sleek, precise movements, and of course, the haughty attitude. He knew what to do. H
