"Oh? Are you saying you want to date me?" Ryan casually draped his jacket over the chair and rolled up the sleeves of his crisp white shirt, revealing his toned forearms.

I couldn't help but sneak a glance, marveling at how someone could look so effortlessly perfect.

Remembering his teasing tone, my face heated up, and I shot him a sharp look, "As if I'd dare to date Mr. Hudson! Everyone knows you've got your eye on ...