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office. He could still feel Keilah’s lips and hands on his body, and it gave his skin a tingling sensation.
    â€œRamsey, can I get your signature on this form?”
    He was so deep in his thoughts he didn’t hear or see Keilah come in. She closed the door and walked over to his desk and handed him the form. He looked up at her and smiled as he picked up the form and read over it. Keilah walked around behind his desk and looked out the window. “Ramsey Stone, I think you have a better view than I do.”
    He twirled around in his chair and scanned her body up and down. Ramsey’s eyes took note of her fabulous legs and firm, curvy backside. “I disagree with you.”
    She turned around and found him undressing her with his eyes. She pointed her finger at him and said, “Behave, Stone. After what we just did, you should be content.”
    He set the form down, leaned forward, and caressed her thigh as he slowly eased his hands under her skirt. Keilah giggled and pushed his hands away. “What is going on with you, Ramsey? You act like you want us to get caught.”
    He stood up and walked over to his door and locked it. He walked toward her and whispered, “Maybe I do.”
    Seconds later he had her in his arms. His kisses seared her lips. Keilah breathlessly panted, “Ramsey,” as his large hand disappeared under her skirt and slipped down inside her lace undergarments. He looked into her eyes and noticed their glazed appearance. He smiled, and just as he started to unbutton her blouse, Sherrie buzzed through on his telephone.
    â€œRamsey, I have Miss Rockwell here to see you.”
    â€œDamn!” he cursed before reaching over to pick up the telephone. “I’m in a meeting with Keilah right now, Sherrie. Take her into the break room. I’ll be out in a minute.”
    â€œWill do,” Sherrie replied.
    When Ramsey turned back around, Keilah was buttoning her blouse and straightening her skirt. He sighed and said, “I’m sorry, Keilah.”
    â€œYou have no reason to apologize to me, Ramsey. Just bring that form back to my office once you look it over and sign it.”
    As she walked past him, he took her hand into his and said, “I’ll catch up with you later. OK?”
    â€œNo rush,” she replied casually, as if nothing just happened between them. She unlocked the door and exited his office. Ramsey let out a loud breath and gathered himself before heading out to the break room to see what drama brought Andria into his office unannounced.
    Keilah walked past the break room on her way back to her office. Andria spotted her and called out to her. “Keilah, how are you?”
    Keilah rolled her eyes before turning around to face Andria. “I’m fine, Andria. How are you?”
    Andria put her hands on her hips and whispered, “I would be doing better if Ramsey wasn’t working so much, if you know what I mean.”
    Keilah folded her arms and said, “I’m sure you can find something to keep you occupied until he has more time for you. We are trying to run a business.”
    â€œI know you are, but I’m sure you’ve heard the old saying that all work and no play makes Ramsey a dull boy.”
    â€œI’ve heard something like that,” Keilah responded. “Look, it was nice seeing you again, Andria, but I have work to do. I’m sure Ramsey will be here shortly. Have a nice rest of the day.”
    â€œDon’t worry. If I have anything to do with it, I will,” she replied mischievously.
    About that time, Ramsey approached the two women in the hallway. Keilah turned on her heels and said, “Good-bye, Andria.”
    Ramsey watched Keilah as she disappeared into her office. Andria turned up her nose and said, “No wonder she don’t have a man. She’s cold as hell.”
    Ramsey thought to himself... if you only knew . In fact, Keilah was about as hot as they came. He

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