Isabella sat quietly as the main course was served.  It smelled heavenly, but she was quite embarrassed about her earlier behaviour.  She would eat the rest of her meal properly without, dare she say it, making love to her food.  Indeed, a wonderfully divine meal was sometimes as good as sex.  At least, that was what she heard.<br/><br/>“You cook?  Oh my, Mr. Ambassador,” she teased.  “You are truly a man of many talents!  Perhaps some day we can create a dish together, you and I.”  She raised her glass of wine and looked at him suggestively over the rim as she sipped.<br/><br/>When the main course was served, she waited while Diego took his first bite, wanting to see his reaction this time around.  When he moaned, she quickly put her hand to her mouth to contain a delighted laugh.  She raised her glass. “You and I,” she smiled conspiratorially, “are one of a kind.  We must keep our secret from the masses, lest they use our love of food against us.”  She sipped her wine and grinned widely.<br/><br/>