The First Time I Saw You

Chapter 18

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Owen narrowed his eyes looking down at Claire, while they both cuddled on the couch in her office.

She had a light smile on, nibbling on her lips, letting her fingers feel the rough of his scuff while brushing them up and down his jaw.

"Like what?" She giggled, big green eyes fixed on his hazel ones. She adjusted, keeping her legs over his lap while he kept her trapped between his frame and the armrest.

"Like you need a huge favor from me." He tickled her nose, watching her shake her head.

"Noooo." She giggled, he knew her too well. "Yes." She blushed, feeling his fingers caressing her cheek before Owen leaned down and kiss her soundly a couple of times.

"What is it, babygirl?" He tilted his head, already mentally prepared for her to ask something extremely demanding. For almost a year, he had been her go-to guy for anything she had to deal with, as didn't have any qualified employee. He didn't mind it though, since it just proved that she trusted him with things she didn't trust anyone else with, and he liked that. He liked knowing she found him dependable.

"Remember how the new daycare's opening ceremony is this Monday?" The island was starting to see a lot of employees who had their own kids and didn't have anyone to look after them, so Masrani Global had built a daycare for any kid between the ages of seven weeks and four years of age. The project was being developed for it to grow into becoming free education for Jurassic World's employees to have as their kids grew up.

They had currently hired qualified teachers with degrees in pedagogy and the Montessori Method was the one to be applied. The opening of the Little Man Cave Daycare was an event among the staff, and Masrani had asked for it to have a small initiation ceremony, just like any attraction or restaurant would.

"Yeah..." He curved an eyebrow.

"We need a dinosaur." She grinned. "He wants a dinosaur for the kids to play with. He asked me to take care of that demand." Claire frowned. "I need a dinosaur but I don't have budget to hire one." She explained.

"But I'm not a dinosaur! I'm a man... a human." He nodded.

"I have a suit...I'd be fun! It's inflatable and you like kids! You told me that one time!" She nodded.

"Why do you hate your boyfriend so much?" Owen shook his head, throwing his hand in the air.

"I don't hate my boyfriend." She pouted. "Look, for all you know I could manipulate you into agreeing to do this, but I'm asking hoping you'd do it because it'd make your girlfriend happy and avoid her a headache and stress."

"Why can't Hector or Miguel do it?" He proposed the first two names that pop into his head out of the hundred of staff members under her command.

"They are janitors, babe. C'mon." Claire pushed his hair back. "They are ridiculous, and for some reason I don't trust them." She shrugged.

"They are hilarious! The kids would love them." Owen chuckled.

"Okay." She looked away. "I'll figure something out." She sighed and smiled faintly. "Forget I asked..." She shrugged and caressed his chest gently, massaging his muscles. "So where were we?" She kissed his lips softly.

Owen kissed her lovingly, the sound of her moans filling his ears like a sweet harmony as he deepened it. She brushed her fingers around his neck and played with his hair.

"I'll do it." He murmured with a soft nod. "God, I seriously would do anything for you..." He fixed his eyes on hers, watching her smile.

Claire squealed and hugged his neck. "Thank you, baby." She smiled. "I can't pay you much, though."