Taylor POV
The words fall from his lips like they're carved in stone, smooth and deliberate.
"What?" I can't believe what I heard.
"I need a commoner girlfriend," Aiden says, as if he is reading a line from a business plan. "Someone grounded, someone the media won't tear apart."
"Someone who will stand by me while I clean up my reputation." His eyes flicker cool and unreadable.
Sunlight streams through the tall windows, spilling across his desk and catching on the polished wood.
He sits there with effortless command, one arm resting casually on the chair's armrest and the other draped across the desk as if it belongs to him. And maybe it does.
The way the light skims over his jaw, over the faint stubble shadowing his skin, makes him look maddeningly composed, kinda attractive.
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