A very gentle voice stirred something deep within Arabella Vanderbilt's heart.
She never knew that someone could whisper her name so tenderly.
For the first time, she admitted that her mother was right; her name really was pleasant to hear.
Arabella...
Now, it truly sounded nice to her ears.
Arabella Vanderbilt didn't move, letting her hand be held and her name be called by him.
She completely forgot that she had only agreed to let him pursue her, not to let things progress this quickly.
"I'm going to be very busy these next few days, take good care of yourself, I'll give you a call."
The hand holding hers tightened slightly, as if his deep, seductive voice carried an undertone of reluctance to let go.
"Mhm," Arabella responded softly, a rare display of compliance.
Joel Russo smiled, the ripples in his deep, pond-like eyes stirring desire.
Arabella tried to pull her hand away, as their conversation had concluded, and she should have already gotten out of the car.
