Lucy's smile faded a little as they waited at the elevators. She shook her head, wisps of short blonde hair falling into her eyes.
"The guy doesn't have willpower. You saw the profile—he's had sex with more people than me! No, willpower he hasn't got when it comes to having sex with strangers."
Abbey frowned but said nothing.
The mention of his mistresses reminded her of his wife… and that she was now just a statistic as far as Damien was concerned. Just another notch on his belt.
And she was the other woman, even if only temporarily.
Her stomach tied itself into a knot. The thought sickened her.
Strange thing was, she was picking up completely different vibes from Damien than what she should be. If Abbey hadn't seen his file, she would've said he was a man who got what he wanted when he wanted, but rarely let his hot-blooded emotions get in the way. Otherwise he would've jumped her bones straightaway on the couch instead of needing so much encouragement.
