The Picky Food Critic Loved Tasting Me
And I loved letting her enjoy my flavor.
My entire kitchen staff was just putting the finishing touches on their dishes when the Hell on Heels critic arrived — if the dishes met her high standards, my restaurant would be featured in numerous food publications, highlighted on social media, and every other digital exposure you could think of. All my chefs had to do was create various menu items for her to taste.
This might not sound too bad of a deal, but she was known to be the harshest. Even worse than Gordon Ramsey. My nerves were shot thinking there was no way I’d meet her standards. I worked day in and day out to prepare for this day.
When she entered the kitchen in red stilettos and a tight-fitting black blazer with a red blouse and black pencil skirt, I couldn’t help but pause to admire how fucking sexy she was. Beautiful blonde hair was pulled up in a neat and intricate bun — I imagined how hot she’d look with that bun pulled loose, showing her luscious locks that might be long enough to tickle her bare nipples…
Focus, Danielle, she’s about to start the taste test.
We shook hands as she introduced herself as Ms. Bridget — all the while, I watched her eyes scan over the well-prepared meals she was about to sample, and I gushed my praises over…
