“Can I ask you a personal question?” “It would be great if you didn’t.” Ignoring that, he says, “Do you find me attractive?” My breath catches. My heartbeat takes off at a gallop. I set the glass down on the table and say carefully, “I’m married.” “That wasn’t my question.” “Aidan—” “Because I think you’re beautiful. Sad, a little bitchy, but fucking beautiful. I want you to come home with me tonight.” Floored, I gape at him. “What?”
Oh shit
