“I doubt there is any advertising.” She smiled at him trying to imagine a travel agent trying to sell clients on coming here for their vacation “They probably rely on word of mouth and returning customers or they advertise in other places related to the industry.”<br/><br/>Sarah barely glanced at the dessert cart but asked for the chocolate fudge cake with cream and another glass of wine.  She didn’t look at the cart as it had all sort of delicious goodies on it and she didn’t want to spend the next half an hour trying to decide what she wanted, or trying to convince the waiter to bring her little samples of everything, like tapas.    He didn’t look like the sort that would be willing to pander to anyone’s secret vice, even if she was a minor celebrity.<br/><br/>It was the reason she was a plus sized model, she liked eating so couldn’t even comprehend starving herself like some of her colleagues did.  She also had a sweet tooth, so giving up the yummies would be torture for her.  She limited her treats and worked out like mad at the gym, but this week was all about wickedness which meant thoughts of limiting herself and the gym went right out the window.<br/><br/>“Any other tales of mischief you want to share?” she asked innocently, she sat back in her chair and shifted her legs only to bump them against his.  She peered at him through lowered eyelashes before drawing them back a smidgen so she was wasn’t invading his space, even if the electric current from the contact that had just zapped through her had been nice.<br/>