Emma’s POV
I was seated at the table, awaiting Lord Emerson to join me. A smile formed at the corner of my lips as I kept seeing pictures of his wet, exposed upper body. No matter how often I've seen it, I couldn't stop myself from blushing every time I saw him without a shirt. Damn, he was so hot and hairless.
I thought of how it would feel to actually touch those abs with my fingers. I craved to run my fingers on them, but I knew it would never happen. He would never let it happen.
While I was still daydreaming, I noticed he arrived at the table and took his usual seat at the edge. Our gazes met, but I shyly looked away and placed an empty plate before me.
After dishing some food into my plate, I slowly began to eat, making sure to avoid his gaze. I could feel his piercing eyes on me
