Arabella remembered that this woman had witnessed her in an embarrassing moment, courtesy of Damon, someone who had clearly used every ounce of seductive power to get what he wanted. But at this point, Damon always got what he wanted.
Arabella ran her hands through her hair. "Please do not tell Mason."
"I would never do that, ma'am. I did not come here to judge you," Ana assured her.
"Then why did you come?" Arabella inquired.
"I noticed how Mr. Donovan treats you. I know it's not easy being married to him," Ana said. "And I know he's traveling for the next few days."
"What do you mean, Ana?" Arabella furrowed her brow.
"Well..." Ana approached her boss's wife's desk. She looked radiant, with her hair swept up into an elegant bun and the typical sheath dress in violet. "I won four ti
