He finished his shower, turned off the powerful cascade of water falling over his body, and stepped out of the shower. Damon knew long before that he was being watched closely. He walked out of the bathroom, and even though he was exposed by the glass walls, he decided not to make eye contact.
"Good morning," the man said, with the naturally hoarse voice of someone who had woken up not long ago.
"Good morning."
Arabella rolled over in bed, lying on her stomach on the mattress. She felt some discomfort between her legs, but she used all her concentration to forget it. The beautiful woman watched Damon as he walked to the apartment's closet and disappeared into the room.
During the day, the property seemed even more spacious. Not that she had paid attention the night before.
The woman'
