Vedant walked out of the walk-in closet with long, smooth strides, rolling his sleeves right back up to his forearms. The fabric bunched around his elbows, exposing the lean, vascular muscle of his arms. The moment he stepped into the main bedroom, he ran directly into Preeti.

She stopped in her tracks, looking at him before slowly raising a sharp, highly suggestive eyebrow. Her gaze flicked significantly toward the closed closet doors behind him and then back to his face.