Page 9 of The Billionaire & the Virgin Chef
“What kind of numbers are you dealing with? And by that, I mean how many guests, and how manyitems?”
“It’s for a hundred and fifty people. She mentioned four or five appetizers, Ithink.”
“For this elite crowd? I wouldn’t dare charge less than around two hundred orso.”
“Dollars?”
“Yes, although that’s what I charge, and I’m a three and a half star rated professional chef with streetcred.”
“That’sall?”
“You really want more than a couple hundred dollars per person starting out?” he asks and shakes his head. “That’s what’s wrong with the culinary world today. You millennials. But more power to you, Blondie. If she goes for it, why the hellnot?”
“Hang on, two hundred bucksper person?” I repeat, and he nods. “That would mean…” My eyes widen as I struggle to do the math. I was never good with numbers, but a hundred and fifty people times one or two hundred dollars makes, well that adds up to a hell of a lot of money for onegig.
I pat the business card that’s now sitting in my pants pocket. The second I get back from serving this food I’m snapping a photo of her business card with my smartphone. No way can I afford to lose or misplace her contact information. Dollar signs fill my head, and I can barely wait to crunch those numbers in my phone calculator tonight. This assistant chef is more than ready to pimp these hors-d’oeuvres to every man, woman, and child at this shindig if it’ll mean another cateringinquiry.
As I circulate through the crowd of well-dressed guests, my eyes meet Mister Nerdy Sex God’s. Damn, he’s fine, and he won’t stop burning a hole through me with those intense eyes behind those sexy specs. In another time or place, I’d for sure wander over to him and give him a shot. Not that I’m on the dating scene or anything. I’ve barely been on a few dates since I started college. But then again, I don’t remember anyone I was attracted to giving me the kind of attention this guy has been paying me allevening.
Another time. Another place forsure.
