He turns and heads toward the bar. I take a steadying breath of air.
Because just like that, I’ve rolled the dice on getting to know Aiden Wentworth this evening.
Chapter Three
I watch as Aiden comes back from the bar, holding a mojito in his hand.
Oh, he’s so gorgeous. From the unruly hair and gray eyes to that dimple in his left cheek—he’s freakinghot.
Add in his athletic body and the fine designer suit he’s wearing? Aiden is downright lethal.
And this hockey player with lethal attraction levels wants to spend time talking tometonight.
My excitement is momentarily tempered by reality. I know this can’t go beyond talking. Iknowthat.
But despite that fact, I can’t help but have all those excited feelings when you first start connecting with someone you feel a spark with.
Think of yourself as Cinderella.You have tonight, and at the end of it, you go back to your normal life that will not have Aiden as a part of it.
Simple, really, if I think of it that way.
Wait. Cinderella ended up with the prince. Bad example. Never mind.
“Here you are, one mojito mocktail,” Aiden says, handing me the glass. His fingertips brush against mine, and I instantly grow hot.
OH MY GOD, I WAS DELUSIONAL IF I EVER THOUGHT THIS WAS GOING TO BE SIMPLE.
But will that deter me? No.
Apparently, I live to punish myself. And I like my punishment in the form of sexy hockey players named Aiden Wentworth.
“Thank you,” I say, taking the glass from his hand.
He inclines he head toward his basket as I take a sip of my drink. “So what’s your assessment of my basket?” he asks, studying me through the fringe of his long, inky-black eyelashes.
“It tells me a lot about you,” I say slowly.
“Go on.”
I chuckle. “You’re a dog lover and you take good care of him or her, based on the dog-spa gift certificate. You also like to play with them, hence the tennis balls.”
“You are correct,” he says, smiling gently at me. “I love my dog, Milo. He’s an Alaskan Malamute mix. Fetch is his favorite game.”
“Are you just a dog person?” I ask.
“No. I’m an animal person.”
Swoon.“I love that answer. I’m obsessed with my chinchillas.”
His eyes widen in surprise. “You have chinchillas?”
“Yes, I do. Mochi and Matcha. They’re my fur babies.”
“I’ve never met anyone who has chinchillas.”
“They’re not a pet for everyone, but I think they’re amazing. They are worth the work.”
“Anything that’s worthwhile usually is,” Aiden says simply.
