Before Mrs. Maddy had the chance to finish her sentence, the door flung wide open, revealing Arnav stepping in, a suit jacket lazily hooked on two fingers. The movement was effortless, arrogant, and oddly sensual. Was that a tactic to demand attention? If so, it worked flawlessly. Raellyn’s breath hitched, caught off guard by the disarming sight of him. For a few traitorous seconds, her eyes betrayed her by the sight of him.
“So, what exactly were you discussing with my wife?” he asked as he approached them, voice casual, but with a sharp undercurrent that made Raellyn’s skin prickle. There was a flicker of tension in Mrs. Maddy’s demeanor, subtle yet unmistakable. Instead of replying, she bowed her head in deference, retreating quickly with a quiet, “Please excuse me. I’ll leave you both
