Yours In Scandal (Man of the Year)

Martin would practically be salivating at the lead-in, but Robert found himself hesitating, wishing that Adeline Blake would share her secrets with him someday because she wanted to—not because he pressed and plied her with alcohol.

Adeline shook her head and took another sip of her wine. “Honestly, how you’ve avoided getting dragged down the aisle is beyond me. You’re like George Clooney before he met Amal.”
“Maybe I just haven’t met my Amal yet.” His gaze flicked up to hers and locked.

The man’s face was everywhere, after all. She’d known he had sandy-brown hair, hazel eyes, and a classically handsome face that the camera loved.

Adeline never claimed to be a saint. Just a slightly reformed sinner.

But the cameras had missed plenty.
The pictures didn’t quite capture the gold flecks in his eyes, or the raw masculinity emanating off him in waves. Nor did photos catch that the polished politician’s smile currently spreading across his face, while perfectly friendly and authentic, she suspected also served as an armor of sorts.