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It felt like a male arena.
    Owen lazed in a chair by a table in the sitting room of the suite. What looked like buffet selection number three—one of the most interesting and delicious menus, all of which played on an aphrodisiac theme—was arranged on platters on the table nearby. That was laughable, none of them needed any help from aphrodisiacs, she was quite sure of that. The sexual energy off these two was zinging, and she felt permanently aroused around them . So what the hell am I doing here ? The risks quickly stacked up, but they toppled from her mind when she saw Owen because he looked so damn good.
    He sat with one leg dangling casually over the arm of the chair, and it appeared that his hair was still wet from a shower. The business suit was gone and he wore faded jeans and an open necked black shirt. His feet were bare. That seemed rather incongruous, as if it suggested something much more primitive and wild than the luxurious surroundings he currently inhabited.
    As she approached he lifted something from one of the platters on the table and ate, slowly, all the while eying her up as if he’d rather be eating her. He resembled an emperor at leisure, and she was the sacrifice being led in by his right hand man. That should have scared her, and it did—but only in a way that aroused her. How could that be? This situation should have her running for the door. Yet there was an undeniable lure about Owen and Alec, as if they were the perfect combination of cocktail ingredients to tempt her.

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    Owen stood, and pulled out a chair for her, right next to his. She sat, trying to do so as nonchalantly as possible.
    “Thank you.” She wished her voice sounded more confident.
    “My pleasure.” Pulling his chair even closer to hers once she was in it, he sat facing her with an expectant smile on his face. He waited for her to say something.
    Again, it felt like she was being given some kind of test. “So, have you had any good ideas yet?”
    His smile grew and he lifted an eyebrow.
    “Promotional ideas, for increased profit margins, I mean,” she added quickly.
    “One or two. But that’s not what we are here to talk about, is it?”
    “I thought you invited me to have dinner with you in the restaurant.”
    “I never mentioned the restaurant.”
    He was enjoying this, which was maddening because she felt thoroughly disarmed.
    They had a handle on this, she didn’t. In the background she noticed that Alec poured champagne into flutes.
    “We wanted to get to know you better. This seemed more appropriate.”
    The mischievous twinkle in his eyes made her wish she could be as easy in herself, as sure of what she wanted. But isn’t that what appealed to her about him? She’d never met a man quite so sure of himself, quite so controlled and sexually aware. It was something she envied and admired. The scent of his cologne wafted over to her. She looked at his collarbone, revealed as it was in his open-neck shirt. His skin would be warm from the shower. She wondered what it would be like to feel that, to run her fingers over his bare chest. That would be dangerous with a man as sexually provocative as him. The energy he might radiate if she touched him that way would be full of personal and sexual images from his life, and her momentary encounter with Alec’s keys made her even more cautious than she normally would be.
    She accepted the flute of champagne and took a couple of sips, hoping it would steady her nerves.
    “Tell us about Monica Evans.” Owen reached for a lobster tail, dipped it in dressing and tore at it with teeth. He chewed it slowly while he considered her.
    Monica took another sip from the glass and reached for the smallest canapé she could see on the table. Food was the last thing on her mind, but she needed the time to think.
     

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    “There isn’t much to tell. My life revolves around my job and you already know all about that.”
    “No man, no family?”
    She thought she was