"I'm sorry, but I refuse the idea of hosting a family dinner in this house."
Arnav's voice carried the weight of finality, a cold and deliberate refusal that left Raellyn no choice but to respond.
She turned toward him in bed, letting her gaze wander along the sculpted lines of his bare torso her breath catching slightly at the quiet, effortless dominance his body seemed to hold. Arnav, of course, seemed entirely unbothered by her scrutiny. He lay there as if her eyes were nothing more than a breeze against his skin.
Her gaze lingered longer than it should have at his abdomen.
“Am I that irresistible?” he asked, with a teasing smirk. “Should we go for another round?”
His voice jolted her back to reason, slicing through the haze he always managed to throw her into. Her senses finally b
