Too close

Five minutes later, I was sitting in the backseat of a car worth more than my apartment. No. Scratch that. That car was probably worth more than the whole building where Emily and I were living. Aiden was sitting next to me. He was wearing a navy three-piece suit with a white shirt and a loosened blue tie. His hair was slightly ruffled, but he was just as freaking elegant and presentable as ever, and—God help me—I was doing my best not to look at him. The whole car was filled with the scent of his perfume, or perhaps what I felt were his pheromones… Either way, the scent was triggering all kinds of dangerous chemical reactions in my system, turning me into a ticking bomb.

"The neighborhood where you live..." he started, and my whole body tensed. "It's not the safest area to live in."

Sucking a deep breath, I faced him. "It was affordable."

Something close to curiosity filled his stare. "I don't mean to be rude, but I thought that all Yale graduates land decent jobs rather quickly."