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Yeah, that boy is hot as fuck and he knows it.

He grins when he sees me, those damn dimples making me want to give him anything he wants.

I force myself to shake the traitorous thoughts away. "Hey, pretty boy," I open with instead, letting a flirty smile appear on my face. "Come here often?"

He takes a seat at the barstool in front of me and aims an equally flirty look my way. "Never been. I'm just following this sexy woman around in the hopes that I can see her naked again."

I slide a PBR and a shot of whiskey across the bar. Then I raise my own shot of whiskey in the air and say, "Play your cards right and you might."

He quirks an eyebrow at that but doesn't say anything, he just downs the shot before reaching for his beer. He looks around at the empty bar, then back to where I'm standing behind the counter. His eyes travel the length of my body, taking in my black lace tank top and cutoff denim shorts. When he peeks a little lower and sees my thigh-high fishnets, I can practicallyseethe lust flare in his eyes.

Just as slowly, his eyes travel back to my face. And when he meets my gaze, I can already tell where this night is going to end.

"So," he drawls in that perfectly-arrogant voice. "What is this place? And what do I have to do to get another shot, this time ideally poured directly into my mouth?"

I snort. Then I pour him another shot—in his glass.

“I used to work here with a guy I was seeing. I liked the woman that owns the bar so I kept working here even after I ended it with the guy. Although, I can’t say the ex lasted here much longer—he was too big of a spoiled brat to hold a job down.”

Aiden snorts. "You’re not exactly giving him a glowing recommendation here." He takes another sip of his beer, then aims a thoughtful look my way. "So is that your type? Rich boy who's just looking for the next fun thing?"

"I guess so," I admit with a shrug. "That was the circle I grew up in. Plus they're usually hot and guaranteed to not want anything serious, so it's a fairly safe bet." He nods in understanding, as if I just gave him the answer he was already expecting.

I cock my head and study the man in front of me. "What about you? What's your type?"

"Female," he says simply. Shamelessly. ”Rich, poor, smart, dumb, I don't really care. Every woman has something to offer so in my book, every woman is special and worth getting to know."

Chuckling, I shake my head as I pour each of us another shot. "You aresucha charmer."

Aiden shrugs, looking completely unapologetic. "I love women, what can I say?"

“Ever have a serious girlfriend?” I ask, suddenly curious. For some reason I can’t picture this friendly guy settling down to focus on one girl. But maybe I’m wrong—maybe Aiden’s rebounding from a long-term relationship.

“Nope,” he says, completely unabashed in his answer.

“No?” I repeat, and the surprise is evident in my voice.

Taking the shot glass that I slide across to him, he swirls it in front of him while he answers. “Never had any interest in tying myself to one woman,” he says honestly. “Not that that means Ineverwant to settle down, I just… haven’t really wanted to so far. I enjoy being single.”

I’m not really sure how to respond to such honesty, so I stay silent and let him say whatever it is I can see him working up to.

"I like oneparticularwoman, at the moment,” he admits, and I stiffen in alarm. “She's sexy as fuck and one of the most interesting people I've ever met." He gives me a blatant once-over before smirking. "Definitely my favorite flavor."

And just like they always do, those words put me immediately on edge. I force an eye roll to cover up my internal panic. "Alright, let's not get ahead of ourselves. There will be no R words used to describe this… situation. No one is liking anyone beyond what they can offer in the bedroom. Understood?"

Aiden gives me a shameless grin. "What if we're not in a bedroom? Does a pool table count in this scenario?"

This time I really do roll my eyes, but there's a smile tugging at my lips.

He is such a flirt.

"Pool table, bedroom, at the foot of the Rocky statue, doesn't matter. None of this goes beyond sex."

Aiden's jaw drops with an audible gasp, and I almost laugh at the outraged expression on his face.

"You had sex atRocky's feet?" he whispers in mock-horror. "How could you desecrate his memory like that?" When I only chuckle in amusement, he glares at me. "Monster," he hisses. "You're the worst Philadelphian ever."

At that, I do laugh out loud."Calm down, Rocky's fine. But yes, same rules apply."


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