Arabella thought about what she should say.
She did not know to what extent Damon was interested in the answer, or if he was just trying to calm her down. She did not know if, after the conversation about the contract, he was willing to know the truth.
However, it was enough for her to understand when the man's hand descended from her spine to her leg.
"I would not be wearing a dress."
"What would you wear?"
"Lingerie."
"What's the one you are wearing now?"
For a moment, Arabella looked towards the cars chasing them. She could not contain the quick pulse of her heart, and her greatest fear was knowing that there was nothing she could do but trust the man driving, the man who asked her to describe her underwear.
"It's red. My bra has lace details, and my panties are tied."
Slowly
