Owen's POV
A knock on the door breaks the bickering and tension that has our attention engulfed. It was at that moment I realized Alex was standing a little bit too close as she made her way to adjust the distance by getting farther.
"Come in,” I finally say to whomever it is that was knocking on the door. Alex moves further away from me, trying to straighten the creases off her pencil skirt with a side slit that runs to her mid-thighs.
The secretary who was responsible for the knock comes in. Her eyes seem as inspective as ever. I wonder if she can tell and or perceive the tension that was a buzz in the office.
Stacy has her lips pursed tightly. "I'm sorry, Mr. Deville," She says, with the awareness that she might have interrupted something, judging from her facial expression which
