Nelly
As soon as my heart steadied from the shock of Aiden's flirty expression—his face far too close for comfort—I shook my head and strode away as fast as my legs could carry me. What the hell was that about?
Aiden was supposed to be the guy who avoided people, not the type to make hearts race against their will. And for heaven's sake, why did he always seem allergic to wearing a shirt in his own house? My cheeks burned just thinking about it. My thoughts churned as I rounded the corner, trying to banish the memory of his piercing gaze.
But then, my heart nearly stopped.
There she was. The blonde woman from last night. Her sharp, blue-eyed glare locked onto mine the instant I noticed her, and I froze like a deer caught in headlights.