Page 35 of Eat Slay Love

Because Stellar stars weren’t just awards. They were golden fucking tickets in the culinary world.

One Stellar star?

You had an absolutelygreatrestaurant that was better than the rest in your area and definitely worth stopping by.

Two Stellar stars?

Exceptional.

A place worth altering all travel plans to experience this once in a lifetime dining adventure.

Three Stellar stars?

A masterpiece.

The kind of dining that made grown men and women cry.

The kind of place where reservations were bookedyearsin advance and chefs became legends.

I looked at Fabien again, this man who had effortlessly made my body betray me multiple times tonight.

“You—” I blinked. “You’re a Stellar Star inspector.”

He nodded.

Then, with the same smoothness that had been testing my self-control all night, he slid the wallet back into his pocket.

I sat there, stunned.

I had known he was wealthy—that much was obvious. The suit, the watch, the entire aura of someone who was used to being catered to.

But this?

This was power.

Real power.

A serious wealth flex.

Because a single review from him could change the entire fate of this restaurant. A good one would mean sold-out tables, worldwide recognition, and a seat at the industry’s most coveted table.

Abadone?

Could be a death sentence.

I swallowed, leaned in slightly, and kept my voice low. “So. . .Alchemy already has one Stellar star. Is this like a yearly review to see if they keep it? Or. . .are you about to give them a new one?”

His lips twitched. “You know this is classified information?”

I smirked. “Yet, you’re going to tell me.”

His green eyes flickered with amusement. “And why is that?”

“Because. . .” I leaned in even closer. His naughty gaze went to my breasts then lifted back to my eyes.

I winked. “Because, I’m nosy and awesome.”

And then he smiled.

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