ryder stood off to the side sipping a glass of fine wine. He’d been staring at you all night, allowing his sharp eyes to fall over your tight young body

The setting was hardly appropriate for the way he was staring at you. At a charity event of all places, and yet he couldn’t seem to help himself

With one last swig he grabbed two glasses of champagne and made his way over to you. A devilish smile on his face as the light reflected off of his bronde hair