“Ramsey,” she said, smacking him on the arm and breaking out of his embrace. “Not here.”
He chuckled at her. “Yes, I figured we’d go home first.”
Lexi felt the blush creep up her neck. She was hardly prudish, but out in public like this at his work, she thought he would have had a bit of discretion. His gleaming green eyes told her that the last thing on his mind was discretion.
She heard a low catcall behind them, and she quickly swiveled around. Cierra was grinning from ear to ear at them, but she was trying to play it off like she had been working busily at her computer the whole time.
“Did you just whistle at me?” Lexi sputtered out.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Cierra said with a smirk.
“They just let anyone work here, don’t they?” she asked playfully.
“Almost like
