Damon leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms. He had enough experience with women to know that his body was a charm difficult to quench. The man observed the woman at his door. A woman of medium stature and stratospheric beauty.
"I would like to apologize for earlier. I shouldn't have thrown myself at you," she regained her posture, just not to seem completely shaken while he was perfectly fine, in the center of his own universe.
Damon stepped away from the doorframe, making room for the pretty to enter his dimly lit apartment.
She walked into the space, the living room, and did not look at the man while she did.
Arabella knew Damon had some apartments, in some cities. As there were businesses spread across the country, it was better to have residences spread out as well.
