Aria's POV
"Because they're not Aria Jones," he replied simply.
Holy crap. Did he seriously just say that? The way he said those words felt dangerously close to a confession. My heart skipped several beats before I managed to compose myself.
"I don't actually like money that much," I said, trying to salvage whatever dignity I had left.
"I know," Aiden replied.
His dark eyes found mine, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I don't particularly care for money either. But no one ever complains about having too much, do they?"
I froze, staring into those midnight eyes dancing with amusement. My heartbeat accelerated with each passing second.
God help me. I didn't want to talk about money with Aiden right now.
I wanted to kiss him.
How could any man look so dangerously tempting
