“I’m the what?”
That was another strike against him. The man had never watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Aiden skipped explaining who Riley was and got to the meat of what he meant. “You’ve got the training and you’re excited to jump in and fight, but you don’t really understand what you’re dealing with. I don’t want you coming in to my world and disrespecting or scaring the people I’m trying to help.”
“Do you think I’m going to call someone a slut after I save them from being mugged?”
Aiden arched a challenging brow. “Aren’t you?”
“No,” Zielinski bit out through lips pressed together in obvious annoyance. “And why do you keep insisting that I will?”
“Because I know your type.”
Zielinski sucked in a sharp breath. “And what type is that?”
Before Aiden could answer, Caleb called out from across the room.
“Hey, Mike! Come here, I want to show you something.”
Zielinski looked over at Caleb then back at Aiden. He clearly wanted to stay and hear the answer to his question, but was too polite to keep Caleb waiting. Aiden smirked, refusing to give him what he wanted.
“Run along, Riley.”
Zielinski fixed those piercing green eyes on him in a hard stare before he turned and walked away.
