"Not in front of where I work."
"Okay, then get in the car." The way Damon spoke, always imposing his will as if it were an order, was interesting.
"In fact, I plan to take a walk," she tried to change the subject.
"Stop making things difficult."
"Not having time to talk to you isn't making it difficult."
Arabella glanced at the people walking by on the sidewalk, completely oblivious to the conversation.
And while Damon pondered what he had just heard, his blue eyes were capable of burning the beautiful lady's body.
"I am not going to ask you to get in the car again," he said.
"Damon, let's be realistic. We're not compatible. I am not the kind of woman capable of meeting your standards," Arabella sighed. "You came, you wanted me, you intimidated Mason into divorcing me..." she squ
