I was exhausted the next morning as I got to the office bright and early. I had beat most of the staff in and had a few minutes to myself, sipping crappy coffee and staring at my computer.

Last night had been a huge mistake. I didn’t know if anyone had gotten a picture of me with him, but I knew it was bad.

That guy had been scaring me, though. He’d been aggressive, and he had said some things that Owen had missed. I’d been afraid of him, but I’d also been furious that he’d come at me like that.

When Owen stepped in, at first I was excited. I couldn’t help myself. Owen was primal, intense, and powerful. He took care of that asshole like it was absolutely nothing, and I’d felt a thrill run down my spine. Owen had been defending me, and there was something animalistic and powerful about seeing that.

But I didn’t need defending, especially not by Owen. I wasn’t his to defend, and besides, he was a public figure. Now there might be pictures of the two of us together, and if the director saw them, I might lose my job.

I nervously clicked through the gossip websites as my coworkers slowly filtered in, but I didn’t find anything. There was no mention of an incident at the club anywhere, and no pictures had surfaced yet.

It had happened fast. One second Owen was drinking his drink, and the next that asshole was on the ground. Owen had moved fast, all power and intensity. Nobody had had time to get their phones out until the guy was already on the ground and Owen was dragging me away.

I glanced at the clock and stood up, sighing. I needed to meet Owen in the exercise room for his pre-workout stretch. I quickly headed down the hall and went to the first floor.

He was already there, waiting. He grinned at me as I came in.

“Missed you last night when I got home,” he said. “My bed felt empty.”

“Get used to it,” I said. “On your back.”

“Right here?” He smirked at me. “Someone could walk in.”

“Owen, come on, we don’t have much time.”

He lay down for me and I started in on his right leg.

“I like you better in that dress you wore last night,” he said.

I didn’t answer, just kept stretching and working his knee.

“And the way you danced? I can only imagine how you’d slide along my thick, hard cock.”

“Owen!” I said, surprised.

“That’s exactly what you’ll say.”

“Please.” I could feel myself blushing. “Can we just get through this?”

“Why? I’m having too much fun. Now I have you thinking about what it would be like to ride my cock. You’d twist your hips as you took me just like you did last night.”

I bit my lip but didn’t answer. I switched to his other leg. “I checked the blogs,” I said. “No mention of what happened.”

“That’s good.”

“It’s lucky, is what it is. Owen, you can get us both in serious trouble.”

He laughed. “So what? Maybe I like getting in trouble.”

“Well I don’t. I need this job. You’re important to me.”

“You’re important to me, too.”

“Not in the same way.”

“No? I think it’s the same. We both want each other for the other’s body.”

“Your body is my job.”

“And I want to make your body mine.” He laughed, smirking at me. “You worry too much.”

“You don’t think.” I tweaked his leg slightly, and he clenched his jaw. “You can’t get in fights like that.”

“Okay,” he said. “Damn, girl.”

“Okay.” I finished up his leg and stood. “You’re good.”

He stood up, shaking his head. “I hate to be done already.”

“You have practice.”

“Going to be watching me today?”

“Maybe.”

“Good. Think about what it was like to dance with me last night.” He stepped closer to me, and I felt his lips brush against my ear. “Think about how hard my fucking cock was as we danced.”

“Owen,” I said, but he was already walking away.

“See you later, princess.”

I watched him walk away, frustrated, angry, and so soaking wet.

That man had a magic about him. I didn’t know what the hell it was, but he made me so frustrated but so excited. I hated how forward he was and how cocky, and yet I kept thinking about how we had danced. And I was thinking about his hard cock pressed against my ass.

I had loved it at the time. I’d lost myself in the music as our bodies had moved together. He was surprisingly good at dancing for such a big, strong man. He had worked my body, and I’d shaken my ass against him, thinking about his hard cock the whole time.

I would be lying if I pretended like I hadn’t thought about how it would feel if he took me the way he said he would. I wanted to know what Owen’s body against mine would be like as he worked me, got me sweating and tired.

I stood there, frustrated and excited, until footsteps in the hall pulled me out of it. I quickly headed back to my desk.

I was going to have to go watch Owen practice. It was part of my job after all. If he got injured during play, I was supposed to be there to immediately help out. I knew he was going to make some cocky comment to me, and I was dreading it, but I also was a little excited.

I did love watching him play. The man was incredibly powerful and graceful on the field, I had to admit. He was amazing to watch.

I had to stop thinking about his body against mine. I had to keep it professional.

I hurried back to my desk to scroll through more gossip blogs before I had to be out on the sidelines to watch.