24. Plaything

Aila

“Aila,” my boss, Aiden, called from his office.

It was Friday night, seven p.m. I should’ve been home by now, but Aiden was still here, which meant that I had to be here too. But I didn’t mind staying later than usual because Aiden was … let’s just say … hot. Really fucking hot.

If I went home any earlier, I wouldn’t get to see him until Monday morning. Hell, I wouldn’t see anyone even remotely attractive until Monday morning. Just the same four boring walls of my apartment.

I smiled, my cheeks flushing the lightest color of pink, and walked into the room. “Yes, sir?”

He sat at his desk. A dark head of hair, pale skin, perfectly pink full lips. “I’m hosting a masquerade ball tomorrow night.” He stood up, walked around his desk, then leaned on it, crossing his arms over one another.

He was giving me that look again. At least, I thought it was a look.

If you couldn’t tell, I had the biggest—and I meant, biggest—crush on Aiden for months now since I started working here. My sist