Emma's POV
As we ate, I couldn't stop looking at him. Everything about him spoke power and dominance. Lord Emerson was an authentic man, even in the way he ate and carefully chewed his food. I was mesmerized by him and could sit all day watching him eat.
When he caught me staring, I gulped and quickly went for my food, eating carefully. I could also feel his eyes on me, but I was too nervous to look up at him. After eating in total silence, our desserts were brought, and we began eating. I lifted my gaze to look at him, and our eyes interlocked. He smiled at me, and I couldn't help but smile back. His smile was contagious and alluring.
“Eat,” he urged, and I nodded, going back to my food while blushing like a girl on a dinner date with her crush. I knew I shouldn't be feeling this way,
