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The man's tranquil face showed that he was in a moment of relaxation, far from all the power that surrounded him at other times.

"Hi," Arabella felt she should say something. In fact, she could barely take her eyes off his face.

"Hi, Arabella," his husky voice thundered, as if they were in the midst of a storm. Arabella grew weak in the same second, and her legs needed a lot of effort not to fail her.

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, an