Ryker stepped closer to me, and right then I realized how badly I’d messed up by not leaving the moment the elevator doors opened. I was completely stuck here with him. At least he didn’t crowd me. He stopped a few feet away and folded his arms across his chest.
He was wearing black suit pants and a white button-down shirt. His collar was open with no tie, and both sleeves were rolled up, showing off his strong, muscular forearms.
Dark tattoos curled out from beneath those sleeves, but I made myself look away after only a couple of seconds. I was curious about what was inked across his skin. I’d heard it was difficult for shifters to keep tattoos because of their healing abilities. If someone had them, it meant they really wanted them. And judging by what I could see, Ryker was probably
