The bathroom was as luxurious as the rest of the penthouse.
Marble floors, a massive walk-in shower, sleek counters, dim lighting that made everything feel expensive.
Ryder was already at the sink, grabbing a towel. "Sit," he said, motioning toward the black vanity stool beside the counter.
I ignored him, leaning against the doorframe instead. "I'll stand."
He shot me a look but didn't argue.
Then, without hesitation, he grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head.
Fuck.
I forced myself to keep my eyes on his face. Not on the well-defined abs. Not on the firm chest. Not on the deep V-line disappearing beneath the waistband of his sweats.
Ryder smirked as he caught me looking. "Eyes up here, darling."
I scowled. "I wasn't looking. Don't flatter your
