Eventually Yours

13 ✽

~Brie~

“Which one?”

I averted my eyes away from the book I was reading and looked up at Aiden.

“The Hulk or Spiderman? Or maybe I could just buy her a STARWARS t-shirt.”

My brows knitted in a frown. But I was also surprised. Aiden liked comics and t-shirts? Meaning he had other clothing apart from his expensive suits.

“No” I objected.

His forehead puckered.

“You're not getting your sister comic books... or a STARWARS t-shirt” I laughed. “She's flying from Ottawa... c'mon.”

He sighed and placed them back on the rack

“Then what do you suggest? A Canadian-themed hockey bat?”

I giggled.

“Did the grumpy Aiden Corleone just make a joke?”

He chortled.

“Don't forget I'm still your boss and this is a rare moment, so cherish it.”

I returned the book I was holding to its shelf and gave a light shrug.

“Well, what does your sister like?”

He jammed his hands into his pockets and shrugged.

“Not sure” his eyes roamed the shelves.

“C'mon dig deep. She's your sister, you've gotta know what she likes. I mean sisters are the easiest right?”

He arched a sly brow at me.

“Except my sister of course. That one's just pure evil.”

Aiden laughed.

“What about color? You should at least know her favorite color.”

He brought out his fingers except his thumb from his pocket and spread them on his thigh.

“Green.”

I nodded.

“Perfect, we'll just find her something Canadian that screams green.”

“Or was it fuchsia?”

I looked over my shoulder at him.

“You've got to be kidding me Aiden. Which one is it?”

“I think it's cobalt blue... no definitely orange.”

I turned to face him fully and crossed my arms.

“I suck at this too don't I?” he asked, a guilty look in his eyes.

I smiled softly.

“Yeah. You do suck at something after all.”

He chuckled.

“So favorite color is out,” I said dryly as I was out of ideas.

“You could just help me pick out a nice piece of jewelry.”

“Or...” I stated, edging closer to him, an idea coming to mind.

“Or?” he raised a brow, moving in close.

I could feel the heat emitting from his body. The closeness was intense. I felt slightly flushed. His look was intense.

“What's her favorite fruit,” I asked, clearing my throat and stepping away from the book aisle.