The woman of my dreams just moved in next door. She thinks I don’t see her staring. That look of, “I will devour you with one bite, or two :)” But every time I try and talk to her she blows me off. She thinks I’m a pretentious plastic surgeon. Until I invite her over to meet the real me. The machine that will stop at nothing to claim her. The heat in this kitchen is hot as hell. And once she taste my goods, there’s no going back.