Claire paced her living room, pen tapping on her chin as she spoke aloud. She was halfway done with her presentation when there was a knock on her door. Glancing quickly at her clock and the growl in her stomach reminded her of the room service she ordered. "Coming!" She called towards the door, quickly pausing at her notebook writing down a quick note so she didn't lose her train of thought.

Grabbing the cash tip from the kitchen counter, she hurried towards the door, peeking through the peephole, her breath catching when she saw Owen standing there instead of the delivery guy.

Claire quickly jumped away from the door, her eyes dropping to the leggings and oversized sweatshirt she was wearing. Nibbling on her bottom lip, she contemplated over having enough time to change before he got suspicious standing out there. Realizing she didn't have any other option, she tasseled her wavy hair, trying to make it look like she didn't just get out of the shower and it was air drying.

The second round of knocks made Claire jump and she stepped forward to unlock the door. "Owen!" She made herself sound surprised— which she still was. "What are you…" Claire trailed off, restarting her sentence "How did you get up here?" She asked, her eyes immediately dropping to the bag of food and bottle of wine in his hands.

"Ran into Edgar on his way up here. I offered to bring it up." Owen said with a sly smirk on his face. He glanced down at the tip in Claire's hands. "That for me?"

Claire followed his gaze and shook her head, turning to place the money back on the counter. "I don't tip guys who manipulate the delivery guy so they could sneak up here." She shifted her weight to her right leg and folded her arms against her chest. "Which reminds me, I need to reevaluate the security in this place."

"Eh," Owen shrugged. "Edgar owed me a favor."

"The food runner owes you? You've been staying in the resort for a few days! What kind of favor did you help him with?"

"I set him up with the girl at the front desk." Owen said, but he was looking over Claire's shoulder, trying to see into her apartment.

Claire quickly followed his gaze, glancing behind her and immediately stepped aside, realizing they were still standing in the doorway. "Come in." She said and reached for her bag of food. She weighed it in her hands briefly, realizing it was heavier than what she ordered. Turning slowly, she caught Owen's eyes. He flashed her a wide grin as he placed the bottle of wine of the counter beside her.

"I didn't order that." Claire said, pointing to the bottle.

"I figured you were a wine kinda gal." Owen guessed and immediately started going through her kitchen drawers. Claire watched him with wide eyes until he spun around with a loud, "AH-HA!" He called out, waving the bottle opener in the air.

Claire fought to hide her smile, her arms folding against her chest once again as she leaned her hip on the counter beside him. "Make yourself at home." She grumbled as he went to work on opening the wine bottle. "I'm not drinking that." Claire said when he didn't answer her.

Owen's eyes shot up to hers the pop of the cork the only sound in the room. "Fine, more for me." He said and took a drink straight from the bottle.

Claire watched as he opened the bag, pulling out two containers of food. Her hands immediately flying to her hips. "Wait… how did you even know…" She trailed off as her eyes moved from Owen to the bag of food and back. "Did Edgar tell you I ordered from the kitchen? You had this whole thing planned!"

Owen shrugged, moving to the cabinets, searching out some plates. Claire stepped behind him, reaching around him to shut the cabinet door. "The whole point of me ordering room service was so I didn't have to do dishes."

Turning slowly, Owen raised an eyebrow when Claire didn't step away as he moved. With her body pressed against his, he desperately wanted to reach out and pull her waist into his. But before he could, she cleared her throat and stepped back. "This is a nice gesture, but I did say I was busy tonight." Claire said and motioned towards the notebook on the table.

"Yeah," Owen agreed and flipped open their food containers, grabbing both and setting them on the table. He sat down, pulling the notebook towards him and skimmed it over. "I'm here to help. Besides, you never actually said no." He said with a wink and looked back down at her notes.

Claire stood as she desperately tried to go over their entire lunch conversation. She remembered him asking if she needed help, but then the conversation seemed to change course before she ever answered him. She narrowed her eyes as she sat down and pulled her notebook back towards her. "I'm on to you, Mr. Grady."

Owen laughed and took a bite of his food. "Oh, I've got plenty more tricks." He answered and leaned back in his chair. "So you seem to have a lot done. What were you doing when I knocked on the door?"

"Just practicing." She answered, finally relaxing, she started eating her dinner.

By the time they were both finished eating, the tension Claire had was gone. The way Owen seemed so comfortable and relaxed wore off on Claire. He clearly was there to help her. As much as she was internally screaming because they were alone and still clothed, she was happy to see his intensions were true. Their conversation that morning warmed Claire's heart as she sat and watched him grab the bottle of wine and the notebook before walking into the living room. Was he really just interested in being with her?

"Why don't you go over the introduction with me. You seem to have a lot of notes there." Owen suggested, leaning towards Claire on the couch, holding the notebook between them so they both could look it over together.

She looked at him with wide eyes. "Like speak to you as if we were a room full of investors?" Claire couldn't hide the panic in her voice. Normally she thrived in front of an audience, but this was Owen. She hated how nervous he made her.

"I won't bite." Owen winked, reaching out to pat her knee. "Come on," He pushed her lightly. "Up you go."

Claire stood slowly, her notebook clutched in her hands. While Owen kicked his feet up on the coffee table, bringing the bottle of wine to his lips, but before he could take a sip, Claire snatched it from him. He watched with wide eyes as she took a long chug before handing it back to him. Taking a deep breath, she welcomed the confidence that the wine was beginning to give her.

Owen sat, perfectly content in listening to her speak. Normally any type of meeting he would always drift off, never interested in paying attention. With Claire speaking about the new dinosaur they were currently doing research on, he found himself hanging on every word she spoke. He was happy he was able to give some input and she accepted it fully, both of them working together to make the presentation just right.

"Ok," Claire sighed, plopping down on the couch beside Owen, taking the bottle of wine from him once again. "I'm finished. Thanks for you help…" She trailed off, her eyes dropping to the floor.

Owen immediately caught on that she was holding something back. He watched her take a long sip from the bottle and he reached out to grab it, bring it to his lips before realizing the bottle was empty. His eyes met hers and she burst out laughing. "Sorry!" She said through hysterics.

"Too bad I only brought one bottle." He pouted, enjoying seeing her so relaxed and giddy.

She jumped up, hurrying into the kitchen and reappearing with a new bottle, pulling a smirk from Owen. "So you are a wine drinker!" Owen called out as he jumped to his feet and grabbing the bottle from her so he could open it.

They had settled back on the couch, this time Claire had her legs tucked up beside her as she leaned into Owen's side. A movie now playing on TV, but it was drowned out by their laughter and constant conversation.

Halfway through the second bottle of wine, Claire took a drink and handed the bottle to Owen before wrapping her arms around his right arm and resting her head on his shoulder. "Thank you." She said softly.

"For what?" Owen wondered, wishing he could see her face right now, but not daring to move. Instead, he reached out with the arm she was holding tightly and laid it across her body that was tucked against his side.

"Tonight. I've—" She started but cut off before trying again. "No one…" Trailing off, she took a deep breath.

Owen had a pretty good idea what she was trying to confess and it had him imagining himself punching Andrew. Turning his head slightly, he pressed his lips to the top of her head and turned to rest his cheek there.

Claire shifted, hugging his arm tighter. The kiss to the top of her head giving her the confidence she needed. "I've never had anyone want to help me like that before. It means a lot."

"Really?" Owen asked and he started rubbing her leg softly. He decided to play the innocent card and not throw her into a fit of anger. "No men in your past to drink with and work on your speeches?"

Claire sat silent for a long moment and Owen was beginning to wonder if she had fallen asleep. He was about to shift her so he could see her face when she spoke up. "I dated." She said quietly.

"And he never helped you?" Owen pressed.

Claire shook her head. "We broke up because of my job— because of me."

Part of him wanted to stop her. Owen knew she was opening up because of the wine, but he needed to know her side. Even with the alcohol in her system she seemed to struggle with talking about it, so he figured it was now or never. "Your job? I'm not following."

Claire took a deep breath before speaking, "We dated for a year and a half before I landed in this position." Her voice shifted from pained to a more soft and dreamy tone. "Since I interned here in college I wanted to rise to the top. I wanted to be somebody. Then when i finally did… well…" She shrugged and fell silent again.

Owen waited a few minutes to see if she would continue on her own, but when she didn't he spoke softly, squeezing her closer to him. "I'm sorry whatever asshole you dated was too caught up in his own ego than to appreciate the work you do. You're one of a kind, Claire."

"You're friends with said asshole." Claire mumbled.

"I am?" Owen asked, hoping he sounded surprised.

Claire turned her head into Owen's shoulder and mumbled into it. "Andrew."

Owen turned slightly using his free hand to hook her chin, pulling her face up until her eyes met his. "I'm sorry he hurt you. All men are not the same. I appreciate your hard work. I find your level of authority on the island very attractive, actually." Owen smiled, allowing his thumb to caress her cheek softly, marveling over how soft her skin was. "Actually, I'm not quite sure if it's your job title or the clothes you wear that I find most attractive." He allowed his eyes to travel, his smile growing when her cheeks flushed a deep red and her eyes focused on the TV. "This outfit," Owen reached out and tugged on her sweatshirt. "I think is my favorite."

Claire rolled her eyes. "You're just saying that."

"I don't lie." Owen simply stated.

Claire caught his eyes once more, green eyes burning into his hazel ones. His breathing quickened when she leaned towards him, the smell of wine heavy on her breath snapped him out of his trance.

He wanted to kiss her. God he wanted to allow her to kiss him, but she'd been drinking. He knew if he didn't stop it now he would lose control the moment her lips touched his. Would she regret it in the morning when she was sober? The last thing he wanted was for her to think this was his intention all along. Get her drunk so he could get her in bed.

As she leaned closer, her eyes darkening with need. He knew his next move could hurt her deeply if he didn't do it right. He reached out to cup her face in his hands and he heard her breath hitch. "The last thing I want to do right now is hurt you." He decided honesty was the best way to go. "But it's getting late and we have to be up early for our run."

Claire nodded, her face still cradled in his hands. His touch felt worm and comforting. She was too focused on his hands and the softness of his eyes to realize she just tried to kiss him, but he stopped it.

"Get some sleep." Owen said and turned her face slightly to kiss her cheek. He closed his eyes briefly, marveling in the touch of her skin against his lips. His mind fought with his hands to not turn her face back towards him and crushing his lips against hers. Not tonight he told himself and dropped his hands down to her shoulders. "I'll see you in the morning." He said softly and got up, walking towards the door.

"Hey!" Claire called after him, catching him as he reached for the door. He turned slightly as she stood from the couch. "I won't forget this." She said and waved.

Both Claire and Owen went to bed frustrated. Finally laying in bed, Claire had a chance to go over what happened. She had started to make her move, but Owen stopped her. She hoped she knew the only reason why he did it, but she wanted to hear it from him.

Owen threw himself into bed, starring at the ceiling before draping his arm across his eyes with a frustrated grunt. He couldn't get the image out of his mind that if he didn't stop her from kissing him, they would be rolling around in her bed. He squeezed his eyes shut to try and get the visions out of his head. As aggravated as he was, he knew it was the right choice. There was no way he could live with himself if she woke up the next morning and regretted the night. He needed her to make that decision sober.

By the time Owen's alarm went off he groaned, slamming his hand down on the snooze button. He had only fallen asleep a few hours before, so exhaustion hung heavily with him. He closed his eyes, giving himself five more minutes.

Claire jumped out of bed the moment her alarm went off. She dressed in a tank and yoga pants before rushing around to meet Owen downstairs. She was thankful for no hangover, or the adrenalin surging through her kept it at bay. Either way her heart pounded in her chest as she prepared herself to ask Owen the question that was burning on her tongue.

Claire stepped outside, her eyes immediately landing on the bench where she saw Owen the previous morning. Except this time it was empty. She scanned the parts of the path she could see, but no one was there.

Standing at the entrance for another moment, she felt her heart breaking as the doors to the resort remained closed. No one coming in or out. No sign of Owen. She turned, listening to the Brachiosaurus in the distance. Remembering the bench by the lagoon, Claire took off in a steady jog towards the lagoon.

That bench was empty as well. She stood for a moment, looking out over the water. Did she read him wrong? Was the kiss on her cheek just so he wouldn't hurt her feelings? Was he turned off because she admitted to having a relationship with Andrew?

Not in the mood to run this morning, Claire started back towards the resort.

"Claire!" Owen's voice had Claire snapping her head up, scanning the path until she spotted him running towards her. She bit back her laughter when he got closer and noticed the bed head hairdo he sported.

All of her internal fears dissipated when it was obvious he overslept.

"Sorry!" He called out, breathlessly. "Rough night. Apparently when I hit the snooze button on my alarm, I actually turned it off."

As they both walked towards each other, Claire called out her question. Unable to hold back anymore. "Why did you stop me from kissing you last night?" She asked, slowing her step, afraid of his answer.

"I want you to make the decision to kiss me sober." He simply stated, his steps towards her hesitant when he saw her slow down. He wanted to give her that chance to walk away if she needed.

Claire's heart jumped to her throat as she picked up her pace. It was now or never. She couldn't have come up with a more perfect answer.

Owen slowed down as she walked towards him, her strides now long and rushed. His own heart beating fast in his chest as he anticipated what was coming next.

Claire didn't stop moving until her body slammed against Owens, but he didn't falter. He was ready for the collision, his arms wrapping tight around her waist as she reached up, locking her arms around his neck and pulling him down towards her. Their lips met and a whirlwind of feelings swept through Claire as Owen's lips moved with hers.

Fitting in Owen's arms felt natural. Feeling his lips on hers set fireworks off in the pit of her stomach. The way he kissed her made her feel wanted, desired. It made her feel alive. His tongue touched her lips briefly and she was quick to grant him access. As the kiss deepened Claire couldn't help but feel as if she was being kissed for the first time. Owen was fierce, but gentle. His arms were strong around her.

Loosening her arms, Claire slid her hand into the hair at the nape of his neck, securing his face to hers.

They both pulled away at the same time, gasping for air. Owen dropped his forehead to rest against hers. He brought his hands up to cup her face and let his lips touch hers softly before pulling back. His hands resting on her hips as he studied her. He's seen her face flushed before, but this was different. She wasn't embarrassed this time.

"Apparently I answered that question correctly." He said with a smile.

Claire let her arms drop and wrap around his waist, not quite ready to fully pull away from him. "You passed."

Owen leaned back, keeping his hands secure on her hips. "I'm glad." He said, leaning back in to kiss her again. Her lips quickly becoming like a drug to him. He couldn't deny the cravings now that he'd tasted it.

Claire's phone buzzed in her pocket, causing her to whimper against Owen's lips. She turned her head, opening up the reminder notification. Owen's lips refusing to leave her, he trailed kisses along her jawline, feeling her shiver in his arms, he smiled against her skin when he realized he found her sweet spot. Paying close attention to the spot on her neck, just below her ear, he could feel her body vibrating. "Owen!" Claire did her best to try and sound stern, but she failed miserably. His name coming out like a moan. He stopped immediately when her hands pressed against his chest. "I completely missed my run. We've been standing here for half an hour. I have a meeting in twenty minutes." She informed him.

Owen let his hands drop to his sides, a pout on his lips. Claire giggled at his reaction and reached up on her toes to kiss his pout. "Don't you have raptors to attend to?" She reminded him.

"Yeah," he sighed, turning and kicking a rock out of his way. "This is more fun though."

"I agree," Claire said with a chuckle.

Owen caught her stretching as they walked and shook his head when she smirked over at him. "I don't want to ru—" He cut off when she took off down the path in front of him.

"You've got to stop doing that!" He called after her and ran to catch up.

He let her lead back to the resort. Then his arms caught her around her waist and he leaned around her to kiss her cheek.

Claire flushed and slipped from his arms.

"Ah, yes, no PDA." Owen said and allowed her to step away from him.

"I'm very adamant in keeping my private life separate from work. It's bad enough I get rumors floating around about me all the time."

"Oh," Owen looked off in the distance, and tapped his chin as he pretended to think for a moment. "I heard the one where you slept your way to the top."

Claire narrowed her eyes, reaching out and punching his shoulder. "It's not true! I've slept with one man on this entire island."

Owen raised and eyebrow and reached for her hips. "Want to make it two?"

Claire jumped back and away from him. "Stop it!" She hissed and turned to walk inside, turning to yell over her shoulder, "See you later!"

"Was that a yes or no?" Owen called after her.

She waved her hand over her head, but continued towards the elevator.