Alex’s Pov
I pushed through the small crowd that gathered at the entrance of the company. I hated crowded places. But being an employee, as well as a secret lover of Owen Deville, I was often put in these sorts of situations.
Owen’s voice could be heard right in front, a few feet away from where the workers stood in a crescent.
He kept a stoic expression as he spoke, I stared at his lips, only imagining where those lips had been lately. If only they knew.
Thinking of it alone made my p***y twitch, but I quickly cautioned myself as it was too early to harbor sinful thoughts.
Despite trying to get a glimpse of what he was saying, his words were drowned in the murmurs of the people around me, stopping me from getting an idea of what exactly it was he was saying.
My colleagues gave
