Emma Hart opened her eyes again, this time her gaze widened in shock without closing them again, taking a real look at the man before her.
"Damien Sterling!" she nearly shrieked. How could it be him?
Emma's face mirrored sheer disbelief, while Damien Sterling remained unnervingly calm, even daring to stroke her smooth, delicate cheek with a mischievously ambiguous expression, "It really is quite smooth."
Emma's face turned a deep shade of red instantly. Glancing around, she realized they were alone in the room.
Damien's sinister gaze made her increasingly uncomfortable—a clear sign of danger.
"How... how are you here?" she stammered.
"And why can't I be here?" Damien's deep eyes twinkled with intrigue as he posed the question back to her.
This man was becoming more perverse by the moment, Emma remembered distinctly that men were not allowed in this place.
