Riley - POV
Ryker dressed casually in a white t-shirt that hugged his biceps and blue jeans that perfectly complemented his dusky skin. He looked dashing, but it didn’t spark anything in me like Alpha Tyler did. I tried to shake the thought out of my head.
“You look stunning, Riley,” Ryker said, his tone warm. At his compliment, I heard a mocking snort from Alpha Tyler. My eyes shot to him as he buried his face in a stack of documents. Did that snort mean he didn’t think I looked good? I glared at him, frustration bubbling up. I hate that arrogant bastard.
“Thank you, Ryker. You look handsome yourself,” I replied, forcing a smile as Ryker smirked in response. I didn’t bother looking Tyler’s way, even though I heard him grunt. “Shall we?” Ryker and I headed out of the building.
“Where a
