Ryder stirred when he heard a soft knock at the door. Groaning, he rubbed his eyes and carefully slipped out of bed, making sure not to disturb Kyra, who was still sleeping soundly. Sliding on his pants, he padded over to the door and opened it slightly. A bellboy stood there with a cart laden with breakfast and drinks.
Ryder opened the door fully, letting the boy wheel the cart into the room. As the bellboy moved inside, his eyes drifted toward the bed, where Kyra lay on her stomach, half-covered by the sheets, her bare back exposed to the morning light. The sight made the young man freeze in place, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard. He whispered something in awe, “Quelle belle femme…”
Ryder’s sharp ears caught the words, and a low warning growl rumbled in his chest. The bellboy j
