Chapter Ten
Stasia had to stop thinking about Owen in the sexy way. Her body was hornier than ever, and her mind kept concocting schemes to make it okay to have her way with him. She didn't do things like that. She didn't think things like that.
And yet she'd woken up panting—twice!—while in the middle of dreaming about what Owen could do to her.
That man looked like he had a wicked tongue and she wanted to find out if it was true.
She had to forget about those dreams and lingual speculation. He was her employee, her bodyguard, even if she wasn't paying for him, and she wasn't going to take advantage. She wasn't sure how many times she had to tell herself that to make the resolve stick. Ten thousand? Maybe the number didn't exist.
She was screwed.
And not by Owen.
She spent her morn
