CHAPTER SIXTY

Claire was feeling giddy as she exited the building. Her eyes met Ryan's right away. He was leaning casually against his black Mercedes. He beamed boyishly when she rushed his way, and then he chuckled when she catapulted into his arms while smiling like a schoolgirl.

"God, I missed you," she whispered, her lips on his at the same time, hungry and longing.

"Me more, baby." Ryan kissed her back, holding her waist possessively.

"Oh no, we're at my workplace." Giggling, Claire pulled back, apprehensive of her surroundings.

Ryan smiled. "The things you make me do, Claire," he said, for he was never acquainted with this public display of affection, either. She flushed, and his eyes were staring at her with daze. "You are still looking lovely even at night."

"So are you," Claire replied, smiling with content at the mere sight of him.

But suddenly Ryan's face contorted. "Why do you look uncomfortable with the shoes?" He lowered his gaze down to her heels.

Oh boy! Time to get scolded. Claire