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“Sorry, you’re making me nervous,” he confesses with a small smile.
He’s kind of cute. Too bad he’s not my type. Nope. My type is arrogant, egotistical, self-centered assholes.
“You don’t have to be nervous,” I tell him, taking a sip of my drink before setting the glass down on the table to look at him. “What’s your name?”
“Aaron,” he replies. “You?”
“Colleen.”
I usually give out a fake name when I’m asked in public. Call it conditioning from years of having to hide the fact that I was the daughter of a Don in the mafia.
“Well, Colleen, you’re certainly the most beautiful girl in this entire room,” he states grandly.
“So you’ve said. Three times,” I drawl. “Got any other moves.”
“On the dance floor? Plenty,” he returns.
I look toward the dance floor for a second before shaking my head. “Unfortunately, I don’t like to dance.”
He nods in understanding. “That’s alright. But if you don’t mind, we could go outside and talk. It’s getting a little humid in here and it’s still too loud.”
Take a chance, Isabella, a voice in my mind whispers. He seems nice enough, and he’s right about it being too loud in here.
“Okay,” I say. “Let me just finish my drink.”
Aaron watches as I down the remainder of the tequila before he starts leading the way out of the club. I briefly consider texting Janette, but I’m not leaving. Only following him out to talk. I have no plans to follow him home.
Once we’re outside, I shiver slightly. It was warmer tonight so I didn’t bring a jacket, but I’m starting to regret that now. I forgot how unpredictable the weather gets here in Boulder. I can’t count the number of times we went from sunny to blizzard in a matter of hours. At least the night sky still looks clear.
“Sorry, I would have offered you my jacket but I’m not wearing one,” he says apologetically, noticing my shiver.
I shake my head. He’s actually a genuinely nice guy. Which is weird because I didn’t think those existed anymore.
“It’s fine. I’ll live. So, tell me about yourself.”
“There’s not much to tell,” he says on a shrug. “I’m twenty-eight. I work in finance, and the minute you walked through the doors of the club, I thought you were smoking hot. Then I watched you turn down those two guys and I realized I’d have to up my game.”
I swear it’s like watching a transformation happen right in front of me. In only a manner of seconds, Aaron goes from a sweet, charming guy, to a man with a menacing look in his dark brown eyes.
“Up your game how?” I ask, my nerves firing.
I realize belatedly that stepping away was not the best idea. Everyone’s inside and we’re all alone.
“I slipped something into your drink, Colleen,” he informs me. “You’ll start to feel dizzy soon.”
The way he confesses that has my heart thumping in my chest. My eyes widen as the implication of his words settles.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
I try not to panic, telling myself that I can still get out of this. I briefly regret not taking Enzo seriously when he asked me to at least carry some weapon when I leave home. I’m a member of the freaking mafia. And I’m completely defenseless against one man.
Make that two…
I swallow softly when another man practically melts out of the shadows. I start to back away slowly, watching both men high five.
“Well done, man. She’s fucking hot,” the new guy says.
“She will jam her stilettoes into your eyes if you don’t leave her alone,” I threaten.
