IVY’S POV
I watched as she picked up the jug and poured the content into her glass and did the same for me. I found myself admiring her long, slender fingers. Her movements were graceful, smooth and elegant and I found myself silently longing to be like her. She wrapped her fingers round the glass and raised it to her lips, taking a sip. Then, she lowered it. “How did you know Devin?” she asked quietly.
I nervously packed a handful of the chips. “Work,” I answered simply, stuffing my mouth with the chips and chewing fast. I swallowed. “I..I was his personal assistant.”
“Cam mentioned it.”
If she knew, why was she asking? I was starting to have a terrible feeling about this. What if she had decided that she didn’t like me? Maybe I should not have come here. I should have just stayed at
