Damon felt a sudden, strange shift in his chest. The initial shock of her insults slowly melted away.
Damon gave a small, subtle smile. The corners of his lips curled up just a tiny bit. He realized that she was playing a very clever, very dramatic game. And since he had promised to keep her secret and act along with her, he decided he would not let her call him stingy anymore. He was a Benson. He was wealthy. Since she wants money, he would show her exactly how generous he could be.
He slowly reached his hand toward the pocket of his dark trousers.
He took a clean, soft white silk handkerchief from his pocket. It was perfectly folded and smelled faintly of lavender.
Damon took a step forward, closing the small distance between them. He reached out and took hold of Camilla's right hand. He held her hand very gently, cradling her small palm in his large, calloused fingers. His touch was incredibly warm and light.
Camilla immediately froze.
