Keya's POV (Continued...)
After that, we dipped into a boutique for dresses.
I found a sleek black dress with a thigh slit and just enough attitude. Cara sat on a velvet couch tossing out brutally honest feedback as I stepped out of the dressing room.
“That’s the one,” she said with a smirk. “If Rhys and Rafael aren’t already staring at you like you invented fire, this’ll finish the job.”
I rolled my eyes, trying not to smile. “This is Ryker’s party. Not a date.”
Cara wiggled her eyebrows. “Says the woman who just bought a dress that screams ‘Alpha Female in the streets, wolf in the sheets.’”
Before I could protest, she disappeared into a rack and came back holding a hanger aloft. Red lace. Barely-there straps. Utterly unnecessary.
“You are not serious.”
“I am extremely serious.” S
