Thank you to those who read, reviewed and follow. This is shorter chapter, not much happens but I think it's cute, hope you like it.

She was the park operations manager so evidently they booked the presidential suite for her. Owen mocked for it at first but he would have been a hypocrite if he didn't admit it was pretty sweet. He let her shower first (not before offering to save water by doing it together) and it took her nearly an hour. When she emerged, however, she looked and smelled like a million bucks. She was wearing the complimentary 'Jurrasic World" t-shirt and shorts everybody got when they boarded the boat and she was rocking those. Owen was happy she didn't have some silky, lacy pyjamas with her or it would have been a lot harder to control himself.

"You are staring."

"You are beautiful."

"I don't know how to respond to that."

"You could go with 'thank you' or a simple little blush. My favourite come back to that has to be 'you're handsome too'.

"Sorry to break it to you but you don't look so hot right now. Go shower."

"I don't know, all day you seemed to like me a lot sweaty and smelly, would not want to change that."

"Well if I liked you smelly, I'm going to lo … like you even more squeaky clean."

He was grinning.

"Let it go, Owen, you know what I meant."

"I don't know what you meant but I'm hoping to find out after I take my shower. You could come with me and make sure I don't miss a spot."

"I trust you."

"Ok." He started undressing. First he got rid of his vest and shirt, then unbuttoned his pants.

"Owen…" she started, nor really sure how she wanted to complete the sentence.

"Relax, I won't take everything off. I have to keep you wondering a little bit."

"Will you please stop?"

"Undressing?"

"No. constantly talking about us … " she made her right hand in a fist and replicated the up and down gesture he had done while talking about her assets.

"Ok. But only because you said "please". "

He took his clothes and put them into a laundry bag then made for the bathroom only in his boxers. She was shamelessly checking him out and when he looked back from the door with narrowed eyes she simply said :

"I said don't talk about it. Thinking about it is a totally different thing."

He didn't take half the time she did cleaning up and as he emerged wearing only shorts he found her almost asleep, curled up on the couch. She jumped up as he touched her shoulder.

"Get in bed Claire. I'll take the couch."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"You don't have to sleep on the couch."

"All right, then come to bed with me."

Her eyes were now fully open.

"To sleep, Claire."
"We don't have to sleep."

"Oh, yes we do. I'm not into nearly inert women and I need to impress you. A day hunting and hunted in the jungle can really cramp my style."

"But …"

"Relax, your efforts to shave, soften and perfume are not in vain. I'm not saying anymore because you asked me to stop that."

Now she was fully awake.

"Do you ever have any filter?"

"No. And what do you find so preposterous now?"

"Your blunt enumeration of female hygiene. Speaking of which, you could have shaved."

"Where?"

"Owen!"

"I'm getting into bed. Come when you want."

She jumped off the couch and literally ran to get under the covers.

"I'm not even going to ask." He said and climbed next to her, careful not to touch any part of her body.

"In case we get into another argument, I can say I was here first." She said simply.

"I see." He said and shifted into a comfortable position.

There was silence for a while. She was trying to sleep but it eluded her and she kept moving around. A couple of times she even bumped into him and apologized. He just smiled and said it was ok. About half an hour later he turned to look at her. She was wide awake.

"Are you nervous because you think I might make a move or because you think I won't?"

"Exactly!"

"Huh?"

"I don't know what you are going to do. Or what you expect me to do. "

"What part of 'let's go sleep' is unclear?"

"I know that's what you said but I forbade you to talk about the alternative to that so now even if that is what you had in mind you wouldn't say it. "

"You don't have an iron clad plan for the next few hours and it's driving you crazy."

"Crazy is a bit of an overstatement."

"Ok, miss Dearing, I fully intend to sleep. Not that I am not keen on making love to you but I surely want to bring my A game and I'd rather neither of us dozes off in the middle of that. So I am not going to make a move. But if you make one, I won't turn you down."

"I won't."

"Ok. Can we sleep now?"

"Can you hold me for a while?"

He smiled and opened his arms. She plastered herself to him and nuzzled his neck. She could feel he was no indifferent to her closeness just as she could feel her own desire bubbling up and bringing moisture to places she had indeed made quite an effort to make smooth and silky. She was tempted to start something but the feeling of his arms around her was so good and she felt so tired that she decided it could wait. Owen fell asleep before she did and his even breath on her shoulder acted like a sweet lullaby as she drifted into slumber not long after.