Chapter 26. Part One. Putting It Right.
“I was wondering if you would mind casting your eye over something after work?” Devon asked, twirling some spaghetti onto his fork. Ruth watched on, wondering how he never seemed to drop a single bit of the sauce down him or require sucking up the long strings of pasta into his mouth. Whenever they came to the Italian for lunch, she always played it safe with a pizza, to avoid spillages.
“Yeah, sure, are there some figures not adding up?” Ruth asked, taking a bite of her inferno pizza.
Devon watched as Ruth bit into the extremely hot pizza covered in chilies and jalapenos, wondering how her mouth was not on fire. His gaze flickered at her lips, longing to see just how spicy she tasted.
“Actually, this isn’t work, it is personal,” Devon smiled
