Chapter 10
ELSIE
Brett was right.
His choices at the restaurant are delicious.
The lamb chops are seasoned beautifully, the red potatoes cooked to perfection. The soup was even silky, wonderful to sip, and I could tell, as soon as the plates came to our table, that every ingredient, every morsel, every bite was made to please, to enjoy, to delight.
A shame I couldn’t taste any of it.
The food felt tasteless in my throat, the flavors gone. The yearning my stomach had felt just minutes before had gone numb, and try as I might, I tried to satisfy my palate, inhaling every splash of sauce on my plate, every morsel.
Unfortunately, my body was craving something else, and refused to be satisfied by the sensuous food, focusing all of its hunger pangs on one person. Mister Delectable himself
