"I do not take pleasure in spying on others!" Damien Sterling stated coldly, his lips curling into a mischievous smirk, as if the act of spying was some grand honor bestowed upon Emma Hart.
Inside, Emma felt a tumultuous wave; such an 'honor' was the last thing she wanted!
"Don't always sit at your desk; move around—it's good for when you decide to have children," Damien instructed hesitantly, as if he felt embarrassed to even mention it.
Was this supposed to be concern?
Emma stared unblinkingly at the man before her, cold as steel. Damien suddenly realized the teasing sparkle in Emma's gaze and quickly averted his eyes from hers.
Recklessly, Emma leaned closer, her voice laced with mirth, "It sounds as if you've had experience, Mr. Sterling."
"Emma Hart!" Damien called out her name in a deep, resonant tone.
