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
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