Page 12 of The Devil's Revelation
“Dear God, Mom’s already started to rub off on you, and you’ve barely met,” I groan. “Forget it. I rescind my job offer. Mom’s around the shop too damn much for my sanity, add in the rest, I’ll end up in the psych ward from a mental breakdown.”
Izzy grins. “You’re just tempting me further, you know. Still, in all seriousness, I appreciate the offer. Also, I should apologize for what I said too. I’m not normally unprofessional.”
I wave that away. “I deserved it, so we’ll consider it water under the bridge. Agreed?”
“Agreed.”
My name is called and I head over to grab the pizzas, handing over Izzy’s even when she still tries to insist she can pay. “Have a good night, Izzy,” I say with a smile.
“You too.”
When we get outside I stop and add, “Oh, and just for the record, I might not have a twelve inch dick, but I know what to do with it, and I’d have no problem finding your clit or G-spot.” Then, with a wink and a grin, I turn and head for my truck.
