Secret Moves (Secret Dreams Contemporary Romance 3) Read Online Free PDF

close to her ear. "Don't worry. Your cousin will be going home with you tonight."
    "How do you know?" Sam asked.
    "Trust me."
    "So, are you guys together?" Paul asked loudly, indicating Trey and Sam.
    "Me and Sam?" Trey asked.
    At Paul's hopeful nod, Trey placed his other arm around Kris' shoulders and said, "No."
    "Oh. So, you're friends with these two girls?" Paul pressed.
    "You could say that," he answered cryptically, taking his arm off Sam but keeping his hold on Kris.
    Kris looked at him quizzically. He gave her a bright smile.
    "Yes, he's a friend of ours," Kris said to Paul. "He's the best friend of our best friend's boyfriend."
    "The best friend of your best friend's boyfriend," Paul repeated slowly as he tried to grasp the relationship.
    "Yeah. Our other friends are still enjoying themselves somewhere on the dance floor. You'll probably meet them later," Kris continued.
    "That'll be great," Paul said eagerly.
    Trey's arm tightened involuntarily around Kris' shoulders. Meeting friends? That's not how one-night stands work. You only want to know their first names, if that.
    Kris turned to him with a questioning frown.
    "Oh. I was hoping you'd dance with me tonight. I guess that's out of the question now," Trey said with a disappointed pout.
    Kris' expression was sceptical, then turned to surprise, before a full-blown smile split her face. "Really?"
    He shrugged. "Well, you're busy with Paul right now, so I guess it doesn't matter."
    She squinted at him. "Are you serious?"
    Again, he shrugged.
    "You should have said something earlier," Kris chided him before facing Paul. "Sorry, Paul, but I have to take this man to the dance floor. He's trying to conquer his fear of it, you see. So, please, excuse us."
    Kris got to her feet and dragged Trey with her.
    Trey sighed with relief and trepidation. He'd known that ruse would work but, man, what a sacrifice to get the result!
    As they found themselves a spot amongst the crowd of energetic, enthusiastic bodies, he was pleased to see Kris grinning from ear to ear.
    "Consider this our first lesson," she shouted as she held him at arms' length. "Watch my steps and copy me," she urged as she started to do something with her feet.
    The hell with that. He pulled her close and wrapped his arms tightly around her, then swayed them like a tree to the beat of the music.
    "Hey, you have to move your feet," she protested.
    "I don't know how to do that yet. And I refuse to have lessons in public."
    "But you said you wanted to dance!"
    "Uh-huh. And that's exactly what we're doing," he said, glad to feel her starting to relax in his arms. "Do you know what this step is called?"
    "Well, we're not doing any steps. We're just swaying," she answered with a chuckle as she curved her arms around his neck.
    "Ah. Then there's something you don't know, Miss Dance Teacher. This is called The Tree Sway."
    "Oh. The Trey Sway. I see."
    They laughed together and he held her closer as they continued to sway to the disco music. He resolved there and then that if Kris was really keen to find a fling partner, it might as well be him. He was too weak to resist the physical attraction he felt for her. In about two seconds, she would feel a nudging on her belly again.

CHAPTER FOUR

    Kris was surprised how quickly her mood had changed over the last half hour. She had been buoyant when they first entered the club, but her mood plummeted when she saw Trey with that redhead.
    She'd sneaked glances at him while she was on the dance floor, and from what she'd witnessed, she was certain he'd been intimate before with that woman. Miss Redhead had even caressed his thigh!
    Paul introducing himself to her in the middle of a dance was a bit of an ego-boost, as well as a reality check. She and Trey had made it clear they were not going to sleep together, so she had no business being jealous when he flirted with someone else. She was better off sticking with her original plan of capturing a stranger's attention.
    Then, damn