Overbearing CEO's Contract Love
Chapter 120: Flirting from Dawn

Chapter 120: Flirting from Dawn

Emma Hart was startled by Damien Sterling’s sudden reaction, realizing he had been pretending to sleep all along.

How infuriating! Nervously, she attempted to retract her hand.

Yet, Damien reached out from under the covers to grasp her hand firmly.

Emma struggled in a panic, "What are you doing?"

With a commanding pull, Damien brought Emma’s hand to his face, instructing, "Here, memorize this face."

Emma tried to withdraw her hand, but when Damien pressed it against his cheek, her resistance faded.

It seemed his face held a powerful magnetism, compelling her to caress it gently.

Her hand wandered over his face as she feigned indifference, "Why should I memorize your face!" She wasn’t going blind one day!

Upon hearing Emma’s words, a mischievous smile crept across Damien’s lips as he covered her hand with his large palm, "Because this is your man’s face!"

Under Damien’s insistent guidance, Emma found herself caressing his face once more.

"I don’t have a man!" Emma stubbornly said, her gaze fixed on the ceiling to avoid direct eye contact with Damien, especially at such close quarters.

Damien chuckled, throwing a leg over Emma, using his leg’s leverage to pull her closer until they were nearly entwined.

Then, in a lower, more suggestive tone, he teased, "If I’m not your man, then who are you calling ’husband’?"

"Hey!" Emma glared at Damien.

In terms of being a rascal, Damien Sterling was unrivaled, daring to bring up that incident again.

His eyes gleamed with mischief, and Damien looked thoroughly pleased with himself.

Seeing him like this, Emma felt he was asking for a beating!

In one swift movement, Damien flipped, pinning Emma beneath him.

Emma instinctively followed his gaze downwards, only to realize he was shirtless.

The defined muscles of his upper body were unmistakably visible, his chest radiating a strong, hormonal presence.

Such a sight would likely stir the heart of any woman not bound for the convent.

In that moment, Emma could almost hear her heart pounding, her cheeks flushed with a crimson glow.

"Why is your face all red?" The man’s eyes twinkled mischievously, hinting at ulterior motives with his question.

Emma Hart turned away, deciding that avoiding his gaze was the most effective strategy to keep the blush of embarrassment from deepening, aware that it would only invite more teasing from him.

With a strong push, Emma managed to distance herself from the man, although it felt like she hadn’t exerted much force.

The man rolled over, ending up on his back on the bed.

Hastily, Emma scrambled out of bed and darted towards the bathroom.

Behind her, the man’s eyes, filled with a playful wickedness, lingered on her as he teasingly shouted, "Emma Hart! If you fall, you’re in for it!"

Like a frightened rabbit, Emma fled.

He enjoyed teasing her immensely, fully aware of her pregnancy. To him, she seemed to view him as some sort of moral-less flood beast.

With a smirk, the man grabbed a bathrobe, glanced down at himself, and with a resigned lift of his eyebrows, draped the robe over his shoulders before heading to another room.

Shortly after, Emma emerged from the bathroom, and the man returned to the room as well, modestly covered with a white towel, drying his hair and unable to suppress a smile at the sight of Emma’s still-pink cheeks.

Damien Sterling shook his hair, sending cool droplets flying onto Emma, who expressed her distaste, "Why cold water?"

"What else? Tempting me first thing in the morning, did you really think I’d have the luxury of a warm shower?" he retorted.

Emma stared at him in disbelief. Wait, could he repeat that? Him, seduced by her?

Rolling her eyes at him, Emma walked towards the bed.

Who’s been adding all these dramatic scenes to his day? Was he suffering from some delusion, crafting these narratives himself?

As Damien Sterling was about to leave after breakfast, Emma, out of habit, walked him to the door.

Taking the clothes from her hands, Damien asked, "Any plans for later?"

Emma looked outside, noting the sunny day, birdsong, and a sky dotted with white clouds.

It was beautiful weather, but she had more important things to do – "Stay at home," she replied.

Damien nodded, then left.

Emma Hart found herself puzzled by the question, which seemed as casual as small talk with no underlying significance, a demeanor quite uncharacteristic of Damien Sterling.

Known for his economy of words, why would he engage in such trivial conversation?

But once Damien Sterling had left, Emma felt a sense of relief wash over her, free to do as she pleased.

The moment Damien’s door closed behind him and his car roared to life, Emma sprinted towards the upstairs study, Mrs. Harris calling after her, "Miss Emma, aren’t you going out to enjoy the lovely weather?"

"Not today, I have more important tasks at hand!" Emma responded cheerfully, her mood infectious enough to coax a smile from Mrs. Harris, who returned to her tasks.

Booting up her computer, Emma clapped her hands together in preparation for a serious endeavor, typing a single word on the screen: "Resume."

It’s widely acknowledged that a well-crafted, thoughtful resume is the first step in making a good impression on a prospective employer.

Thus, Emma was determined to put her best foot forward.

This was her first serious job application since graduating from college, aiming for a position at a publicly listed company, despite not having an inflated ego.

The high standards of the Sterling Group represented her only chance.

Damien Sterling had merely agreed to let her seek employment, specifically at Sterling Group, without guaranteeing direct entry into the company.

Although it seemed like another of Damien’s schemes, it at least offered a glimmer of hope.

But this was exactly what Emma preferred. Being directly placed into Sterling Group without earning her spot wouldn’t sit well with her.

The effort and the process of striving for her goal were what she truly desired.