John the Billionaire Breeding Bull
She checks her cell phone as she steps onto the escalator, texting as the stairs begin their slow climb. She never notices me a couple of steps behind her in her skirt and tank top, carrying her purse in one arm, just two steps above me. Mia pockets her cell phone and I catch her attention with a gasp. Mia falters slightly, her free hand reaching out to steady herself on the railing, as I let out a breathy gasp. I watch her curiously, wondering if she is in pain before I catch the faint,...