Nicole Doshi loves calling the shots. She runs the show and everyone knows it. Still, once in a blue moon, a tiny part of her wants someone else to take the wheel for a change—someone who actually earns it. It hasn’t happened. Yet. She’s driving around like a shark with an itch when she spots Isiah Maxwell walking down the block. No shame in her game: she pulls over, sticks her head out, and whistles like she’s hailing a cab. Isiah stops, grins, and the next thing you know he’s in the passenger seat, laughing at her blunt “Want to come back to mine?” pitch. He’s game. What he doesn’t know—yet—is that Nicole just scored the one guy cocky enough to flip the script on her. By the time they hit her front door, Isiah’s already taken the lead, guiding her inside with a firm grip on her wrist and a cocky smirk that says her reign ends tonight.
Nicole Doshi loves calling the shots. She runs the show and everyone knows it. Still, once in a blue moon, a tiny part of her wants someone else to take the wheel for a change—someone who actually earns it. It hasn’t happened. Yet. She’s driving around like a shark with an itch when she spots Isiah Maxwell walking down the block. No shame in her game: she pulls over, sticks her head out, and whistles like she’s hailing a cab. Isiah stops, grins, and the next thing you know he’s in the passenger seat, laughing at her blunt “Want to come back to mine?” pitch. He’s game. What he doesn’t know—yet—is that Nicole just scored the one guy cocky enough to flip the script on her. By the time they hit her front door, Isiah’s already taken the lead, guiding her inside with a firm grip on her wrist and a cocky smirk that says her reign ends tonight.
