Emma's POV

I left Damon with his meal, my heart still doing backflips in my chest as I made my way up the stairs to my room.

What in the ever-loving soap opera was that?

One second, I was plating dinner in peace, thinking about how I might sneak out without another awkward stare-down. The next? I was on full display in a live, high-definition video call with Mr. Billionaire Boss Man and his very amused CEO friend-being called a girlfriend. A pretty girlfriend, no less. Lord.

I groaned into my ...