EMMA

I’d been so confused and hurt after I got off my shift last night. I’d worked so hard to look sexy for Damian but all he’d wanted to do was cover me up. For a moment when he first came up to me, I’d thought I’d seen a look of pure possessive fury come over him when he’d seen the way the customers were staring at me, but the more I thought about it, the more I convinced myself of the impossibility of it. If he felt possessive or worried about me, then why would ...