When lunch was over and the crowd had thinned, Chef Dave came out of the kitchen and sat in on the rest of the meeting. I had a difficult time concentrating on business, because this hot chef was sitting directly across from me. But I persevered and in the end, decisions were made, press releases and events planned. In other words, I had my work cut out for me.
As soon as I got up to make my exit, Dave asked if he could walk me to my car in a polite yet flirtatious manner. I almost had a heart attack, I was so excited!
“Come in for dinner anytime,” he said as we walked side by side, a glint in his eye that told me he wanted to share more than business. I was thrilled! “Bring your friends, whoever you want, or just come in by yourself.”
I just knew this sexy, talented chef was going to be my new boyfriend. We would be the perfect couple: him, the culinary genius, and me, his brilliant publicist. I didn’t care if dating him meant a conflict of interest. We could keep it a secret until we were ready to take the next step. Besides, with his job, he would be making enough money to support us both. I wouldn’t even have to work once we were married. I could run a charity like Wolfgang Puck’s wife! I knew my imagination was running wild but I couldn’t, and didn't want to, stop it.