Owen’s POV
I kept tapping at my table with a pen for the last five minutes, bored and frustrated at the same time. I looked forward, but I wasn't exactly looking at anything in front of me.
Maybe because I already had an image ruling over my head.
The jaw-dropping memory of Alex standing stripped in front of me. Sucking a deep breath, I shut my eyes, just in case someone in the conference room had a power of reading thoughts.
Alex had come into my life on short notice, but she had become an important part of it. I felt different with her, I felt alive, something about her made my body vibrate at the mere thought of her.
I couldn’t focus on anything else, I needed to see her, to touch her. I was becoming desperate by the moment. I just hope no one has been observant enough to susp
