*Jacopo's POV*
Her face colored beautifully, and she looked at me with a smirk and hooded eyes, "You're incorrigible."
I boisterously chuckled, "If only you knew, bella. Let's dig in before it cools down. Enzo is the best chef I've ever known. He could work in Paris in the most prestigious of restaurants, yet he chooses to stay here. Do you know why?"
She moaned slightly as she took a bite, "Why is that?"
I watched her eat and found myself becoming aroused. She was so expressive and vocal. It made me wonder if she was like that in all facets of pleasure.
"Love. This is where he met his wife. He worked here when his father owned the business, and he refused to leave when he got older. The memories of them falling in love kept him here. Beautiful, yes?"
She nodded, "Very beautiful."
