Judging Ginger

Ginger For years I'd joked that I was saving myself for Paul Goldman, the celebrity pastry chef from the Food Channel. Mostly it was deflection so people would leave me alone to bake cakes and take naps. And for the most part it worked, except when it came to my sister who wouldn't leave me alone about me being alone.

Imagine both of our surprises when the contest she entered me in, a Survivor style baking competition, not only selected me to participatebut would feature Paul Goldman as one of the judges.

Now, the only man I've ever been interested in is spending his days ten feet away from me, and unless I'm imagining thingshe might be interested in me, too. I want to win this contest, but the more time I spend with Paulthe more I'd rather just win him.

Paul They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. And that may very well be true, but the second I set my gaze on Ginger in that test kitchen, I was a goner.

I was only judging this competition out of contractual obligation, but suddenly I had to wonder if I'm going to get fired because I can't stop flirting with this bombshell baker. The problem isshe's a fantastic pastry chef, so she keeps winning. But people are starting to get suspicious.

I want to ask her out, hell I want to ask her to spend the rest of her life with me, but I can't tell if she's actually flirting with me, or just trying to win the contest.

Dettagli