Chapter Eight
OWEN
I take in Lisa like I'm starving and she's a feast. Her simple red dress may cover up her curves, but it reveals everything. Yet all I can think about is kissing off the cherry gloss that stains her mouth and pulling the pins out of the complicated coils at the base of her skull, freeing that glossy black hair. The matching red stilettos she's wearing puts her at about my chin, and right now I'd give a limb to find a corner where I could press her up against a wall and kiss her until she moans and begs me to touch her.
"What are you doing here?" I ask when I'm able to wrangle my thoughts back into safer territory.
Her mouth twitches and an amused light enters her chocolate eyes. "I could ask you the same."
"Steele Conglomerate is a scholarship sponsor. We acquire a
