CHAPTER 82

ELENA

Note to self: next time Aiden calls you to his room, make sure he has pants on before you go.

I didn’t know what annoyed me more, the fact he wanted me to get rid of that girl like she was a bag of trash or that he didn’t put his pants on before he called me.

Worst thing was that I didn’t exactly hate that he wasn’t wearing pants.

Maybe that was why I was annoyed. Why I still freakin’ was. He pulled an asshole move, something totally disrespectful to the girl and to me, and I was still marginally attracted to him.

Marginally. Just a tiny bit. Because, you know, it’s easy to find someone that looks, like, that incredibly attractive. With the selection of tattoos snaking up his arms and onto his chest, not to mention his lean, defined physique, he was like a . . . I don’t know. A walking wet dream.

I covered my eyes with my hand. Boss, Elena. No men, Elena. Find yourself before an orgasm, Elena.

“Okay,” I whispered to myself. Sheesh—here we go again with the talking to myself. May