Emma was 25 years old and lived alone in an apartment. She never really had time. She was always busy. She was a chef and always great at creating new dishes. She always wanted a boyfriend but never had time to have one. When she was at the restaurant, she was always busy running the kitchen since she did not have a sou-chef yet. When she was at the apartment, she would mix different recipes and see how well she cooked. She only had enough time to cook and hit the gym in her apartment building. She enjoyed going to the gym and always went there at a specific time every day. Because there was one unusually attractive guy, almost all the girls went to the gym to watch him work out. He was a personal fitness trainer. She always thought about hiring him, but she wanted more than to be trained by him.
One evening Emma got off work early for the first time in months. She went straight back home to try her new recipe for a delicious Quiche. As she put it in the oven, something was not right. The oven was not preheated, and it had a weird smell. There was no heat in the oven. She needed to cook the Quiche soon, or the ingredients might go bad. She wrapped all of the ingredients and put the dishes away. She put on her coat and walked to a few apartments over until she came to an apartment with a welcome sign. In her head, she thought the person in that apartment might be friendly. She looked at the door and said to herself, "Please be home." She knocked on the door and saw some movement behind the frosted glass. She was relieved that someone was home.
When the door opened, she could not believe who it was. It was the personal fitness trainer. "Hello," he said, "How can I help you?" She did not say anything. She was in aww of how good he looked. He waved his hand in front of her face and said, "Are you alright?"
Emma came out of her awe she said, "Yes, sorry, I was making a Quiche, but my oven broke. I was wondering if I could use yours. I promise I only need one hour. And if you don't mind, I would like you to try it and see if it tastes good."
He said, "Sure, come right in." As he opened the door, she walked right in. He was a good gentleman and said, "Let me take your coat." As she took off her coat and hung it up, he led her to the kitchen and started to preheat the oven to the desired temperature.
While waiting for the oven to heat up, Emma took an opportunity to look around his apartment. It was nice. He had designed it well. After putting the Quiche in the oven, she said, "I can come back in an hour just in case you want to be alone."
He looked at her and said, "I would prefer you to stay in case something happens to the Quice. I don't know much about cooking. Please make yourself at home." So she sat down quietly on the bar stool. He came over and said, "That doesn't look comfortable. You can sit there," pointing to the much softer couch.
Emma moved to the couch and said, "I'm sorry. I never asked your name."
He went to the kitchen, grabbed two glasses, and said, "My name is Michael. I'm 27. What is your name? And do you like wine?"
She said, "Yes, but I can't have too much. My name is Emma. I'm 25."
Micheal grabbed a bottle of wine and said, "Don't worry, this is only 6% alcohol. That's less than most of the wine." He sat down next to her. As they drank, they talked to each other nonstop, almost as if they had known each other for years. She could not believe how friendly he was and how good he looked.
Emma said, "May I use your bathroom?"
Michael said, "Sure, it is at the front door to your right."
As Emma walked into the bathroom, it was spotless and smelled like flowers. This made her like Michael even more. She always had a thing for clean guys.
After spending time with Michael, Emma realized she wanted him to make a move on her. How can she entice him without making herself look like a slut. She had to do something about this, so she told him she would go back to her apartment to get a spice, then left quickly.
When Emma got to her apartment, she had to move quickly. She grabbed a spice and then began to change her clothes. She found a nightgown that was very sexy and loose. She never got to use it for that purpose. "This should be enough to entice him," she said.
Before leaving her apartment, she realized she left her jacket at Micheal's. So she put on another coat.
While waiting for Emma to return, Michael could smell the Quiche. It would be done in a second. He was worried that it would burn. At that moment, Emma came back. Michael noticed that she had changed her jacket. This one was longer, and she was wearing heels. Also, she switched from jeans to something that allowed him to see her legs. He did not want to say anything but noticed that she had clearly changed her outfit.
Emma said, "This spice should increase the flavor," as she poured it on the Quiche, then closed the oven. She said, "It needs a little bit more time."
After a few minutes passed, the buzzer went off. Emma pulled the Quice out of the oven as Michael got plates and silverware to serve.
