Damien Sterling handed his phone to an assistant and turned his attention back to Emma Hart, who had just slipped into the car. Surprisingly, Damien didn't follow her inside. Instead, he closed the door firmly after her .
Inside the car, Emma, her face a mix of confusion and surprise, rolled down the window and called out, "What are you doing?"
"Take her home." Damien Sterling ordered the driver.
"You?" Emma leaned out, gazing at Damien.
Bathed in the fading sunlight, Damien's features glowed under the soft light, strands of his hair catching the warm hues of the setting sun. His skin shone beautifully, his fine pores enviable, and his well-defined facial features were accentuated by the golden hour. His tall figure looked even more striking as Emma watched him, her heart a little captivated.
