Aria's POV
When I stepped outside, the sight of Aiden leaning against his sleek black limousine nearly stopped my heart. The morning sun hit his face at just the right angle, highlighting his sharp jawline and casting shadows that accentuated every perfect feature. He'd removed his suit jacket, rolling up the sleeves of his crisp white shirt to reveal tanned forearms corded with muscle.
He looked dangerous. Powerful. Utterly delicious.
"Ready?" he asked, pushing himself off the car with casual grace that seemed almost unfair.
I nodded, suddenly feeling tongue-tied. As I approached, he opened the passenger door for me—an old-fashioned gesture that shouldn't have affected me as much as it did.
The interior of his stretched Lincoln smelled like expensive leather and his cologne—sandalwoo
