Chapter 43 Property of Shirley Yates

• The spaghetti was coated in a spiced red sauce without any further seasoning, and it went without saying that it made quite a mess on the front of Rachel's shirt the moment it splattered over the fabric. It didn't help that the liquid was seeping through her shirt as well and causing it to cling to her curves, thereby revealing the edge of her undergarment.
• All the color drained from Damian's face. "I-I'm sorry!" He couldn't believe that he had done something so foolish on the day Rachel was visiting him, especially since she had never dropped by the house before this. "I'll help you to clean it up!" he offered, then hastily grabbed a handful of tissues as he made to wipe up the sauce on her shirt.
• Jordan frowned at this. He couldn't quite describe the feeling in words, but he didn't like the idea of Damian touching Rachel either, at least not while the mess was splattered across such a delicate area of her body. He abruptly rose from his seat and interjected icily, "Maybe you should change out of that shirt, Miss Yates."