Against the Rules (Taylor Swift x Reader)

Taylor's POV

The sound of the front door closing made my stomach tighten. Travis was back. I quickly shut my laptop, trying to compose myself. The entire time he was gone, I had been pacing the house, replaying every single question Y/N asked him during that damn interview.

I turned to look at him as he walked in, but something felt... off. His expression was unreadable, but his energy? Different. There was something about the way he moved—relaxed, almost pleased with himself.

Taylor: "So? How did it go?"

He dropped his bag near the couch and stretched, a slow smirk playing at his lips.

Travis: "It was good. Y/N's sharp, asked some really interesting questions."

I narrowed my eyes.

Taylor: "Interesting how?"

Travis: "Just... different. Not the usual stuff. I liked it."

My jaw clenched. I needed more than that.

Taylor: "Okay, but what happened after? You were gone for a while."

Travis shrugged, running a hand through his hair.

Travis: "She wanted to take some photos. We went to the field, talked a little. She's cool."

Cool. That single word sent a sharp jolt of irritation through me.

Taylor: "That's all?"

He gave me a sideways glance, as if debating whether to say more. But then, with a small smirk, he muttered:

Travis: "Yeah. That's all."

Bullshit.

I wanted to push, to demand details, but the way he leaned against the counter, looking so damn relaxed, told me I wouldn't get more out of him. Not tonight. Instead, I forced a smile.

Taylor: "Glad you enjoyed yourself."

But inside, my blood was boiling.

Y/N's POV

The office felt the same as always—too bright, too corporate, too full of people who had no idea what was actually happening behind the scenes. I strolled in, setting my bag down like nothing in the world was out of place. Like I hadn't just spent last night alone with Travis Kelce, feeding him just enough words to leave Taylor spiraling.

I could feel her eyes on me the second I walked past her office. The tension was thick, but I refused to acknowledge it. Instead, I pulled out my laptop, checked my emails, and even managed a few polite nods at coworkers who were still buzzing about the interview.

I could play this game better than she ever expected.

But Taylor was never one to sit still.

Taylor: "Y/N. My office. Now."

Her voice was clipped, but I could hear it—the slightest waver, the loss of control she was trying to suppress.

I bit back a smirk and grabbed my notebook like this was just another routine meeting. The moment I stepped inside, I shut the door behind me and turned to face her.

Y/N: "What's up, boss?"

Taylor was already pacing, her fingers running through her hair in that nervous habit of hers.

Taylor: "Don't do that."

I raised an eyebrow, feigning confusion.

Y/N: "Do what?"

She stopped pacing, turning to face me with those piercing blue eyes.

Taylor: "Act like you don't know exactly what this is about."

I let out a small laugh, shaking my head as I crossed my arms.

Y/N: "If you have something to say, Taylor, say it. Otherwise, I have work to do."

Her jaw tightened, but she exhaled sharply, trying to rein in whatever was bubbling under the surface.

Taylor: "What did you talk about with Travis?"

I sighed dramatically, tilting my head.

Y/N: "You mean during the interview? The one you approved?"

Taylor: "Y/N."

Her voice was a warning, but I wasn't intimidated.

I leaned against the desk, keeping my expression cool.

Y/N: "We talked about his career. His training. His relationship."

That last word hit exactly where I wanted it to.

Taylor's throat bobbed as she swallowed, her eyes flickering with something she didn't want to admit.

Taylor: "What did he say about me?"

I smirked.

Y/N: "Oh, you know... that he adores you. That he's proud of you. That he's—what was the word he used?—lucky."

Her lips parted slightly, but I wasn't done.

I stepped closer, lowering my voice just enough to make her breath hitch.

Y/N: "Isn't it funny? How someone can be so in love, so sure of what they have... and yet still be completely blind?"

Her expression darkened.

Taylor: "Y/N, stop."

Y/N: "Stop what?" I whispered. "You asked. I answered."

She inhaled sharply, her whole body rigid, but before she could say anything else, I took a step back and straightened my posture.

Y/N: "Anyway, if there's nothing else, I really do have things to do."

I turned toward the door, gripping the handle before glancing over my shoulder.

Y/N: "Oh, and Taylor?"

She didn't say anything, just held my gaze.

I smiled.

Y/N: "You really should talk to Travis. He seemed... interested in getting to know me better."

And then, I walked out.

Taylor's POV

I barely heard the door click shut.

My heart was pounding. My skin was burning. My mind was racing.

Y/N had control, and she knew it.

She knew exactly what she was doing—pushing, testing, tempting. And I hated that it was working.

I pressed my palms against the desk, taking a deep breath, but it didn't help.

Because the worst part wasn't what she said.

It was the fact that I believed her.

A sharp ding from my phone snapped me back to reality.

A text from Travis.

Travis: Hey babe, just wanted to say—Y/N was great. Really liked talking to her. Actually, we're going out for drinks tonight.

I stared at the message, my grip tightening around my phone.

Travis: She said I should invite you too. You should come.

My stomach twisted.

Y/N had set this up.

She wanted me there.

And I had no idea why.