Chapter 98

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 when he smiled? He was like a restricted area with warning signs plastered all around—and yet I couldn't help wanting to cross the line. When I didn't respond, Aiden raised an eyebrow. "What are you thinking?