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“What are you?”

Jett shrugged. “I like to think I’m a good guy.”

“You are.”

There was no disputing it. Jett radiated friendliness like a deodorant. His smile immediately received a smile in return from anyone that walked into the club.

“And you?” Jett asked.

He snorted. “I wouldn’t use either to describe myself, but if I had to pick, bad. Really bad.”

“I don’t think you’re bad.”

“That’s because you don’t know me.”

Jett’s grin faded, and he stepped back from the bar. Aaron inwardly cursed. He hadn’t meant to do that, hadn’t meant to end the happiness transmitting from Jett’s face.

“You’ve said yes to the Heaven and Hell night, have agreed to give me money for it, so you can’t be bad all the time.”

“Maybe not all the time, more like 99% of the time.”

Jett’s lips lifted again, back into a smile, but smaller than before.

“You gonna dress up?” Aaron asked.

“Course I will.”

Aaron inwardly whipped himself into check. He had to tread carefully, not make Jett uncomfortable, and he was already on thin ice. That’s what he told himself, but the message was lost somewhere in his brain.

“Some slutty outfit?”

Jett tilted his head. “Slutty? No, I’ll probably just put a halo on or something. I doubt anyone wants to see me in something slutty. Do they even do slutty angel and devil outfits for men?”

“Yeah.”

“I mean—I wanna ask how you know that, but I’m not sure I want to know the answer.”

“Tell you what, I’ll give you some extra funds for props, drinks, free merchandise to give out, whatever, but in return, you’ve got to wear whatever I get you.”

“What?” Jett laughed bowing forward. His cheeks flushed red, and he shook his head.

“That’s the deal.”

“No way.”

“You want your themed night to go ahead, then you’ve got to agree to the deal.”

“But you’re gonna pick something awful.”

Aaron didn’t answer verbally. Instead he raised his eyebrow and pursed his lips. If he had one opportunity to dress Jett up, he wasn’t going to make it awful; he was gonna make him look hot, flaming like the gates of hell.

Jett looked off thoughtfully, then said, “No mankinis.”

“Damn.”

“That’s not funny.”

Aaron grinned. “I promise no mankinis.”

“Then deal, but don’t go taking pictures and sending them out to the staff.”

“I won’t, I’m not like that.”

Any pictures he was going to take, were for his eyes only.