Owen Lancaster casually tossed his jacket onto the ground.

Beneath it, he wore only a simple T-shirt, which perfectly outlined his solid and toned muscles. His forearms revealed defined lines, giving off a sense of raw strength and overwhelming security.

Serena Harper frowned as she heard him say, “One round. If I lose, Second Young Master, you can pick any spot on me that you like. Go ahead and take your shot.”

The depth in Owen’s handsome ...