Only you

I make it back to the club quickly and head to Owen’s office. All I can hope is that he is still up and willing to talk. The last few employees are leaving. I knock on the office door, nothing, as I turn to leave the door, flies open. Owen stands in front of me, panting, wearing nothing but basketball short. They hang low on his hips, and I can’t stop my eyes from traveling all over his sculpted body. “Did I catch you at a bad time?”