Those featherlight touches sent sparks all the way down to my cock. It was ridiculous. What the fuck was going on with me? On paper, Mia wasn’t my type. I didn’t chase good girls or get off on the idea of luring them into my world. Women were either part of the job or one-night stands to take the edge off. Mia was just another job. And yet, my reaction to her was throwing me for a fucking loop.
