Chapter Eight
Was she out of her goddamn mind? In the hour since the meeting with her security detail, Stasia had been hiding in her room. She could pretend it was because it was the most secure room in her house, but she wasn't sure that was accurate. And it definitely wasn't true.
She was hiding from Owen.
She could still feel the heat of his body on her hand, the imprint of his skin and muscles, even if there had been his shirt between them. And now all she could imagine was what it would feel like if that shirt wasn't there. Would he be as toned as she imagined? Would he have chest hair for her fingers to play in? Or would he be all smooth and sleek?
Thinking about it was going to drive her nuts. It was all just hormones and pent up horniness. She hadn't been laid since… oh god, sh
