Never in her life had she imagined that a man could look sexy simply by walking. It wasn't the conventional kind of attractiveness—sharp features or a well-tailored suit—though Aiden possessed those in spades. No, this was something different, something raw. It was the way he moved, a quiet, assured strength in every stride, as though the world around him bent just a little to accommodate his presence. It was the kind of 'controlled power' that didn't need to announce itself—it simply was.
Serena had seen her fair share of good-looking men. Aiden, of course, stood out from the crowd with his classically handsome face and piercing gaze, but this? This was something else entirely. As she watched him stroll through the expansive hotel lobby toward the conference room, she could feel his pull even from here on the first floor.