As the thunder faded, Emma, still trembling, extricated herself from Damien's embrace and pushed him away.
"What... what are you doing?" she stammered, mortified by her own impulsiveness.
Damien shook his head, waving his hands to show they were empty, "I didn't do anything."
"And... neither did I," Emma quickly added, hoping to maintain some semblance of dignity.
The smile on Damien Sterling's face remained constant, a detail Emma Hart couldn't help but notice.
The man's mood seemed exceptionally good today, his face constantly adorned with a smile, a stark contrast to his usual icy demeanor.
Had he won the lottery? But then again, what would a lottery win mean to someone like him?
Emma didn't dwell on it too much as she arranged her pillow and lay back down.
"If that's the case, I won't intrude any further," Damien said, picking up his laptop, ready to leave.
