Just One Taste...
FROM BEHIND HER POST at the chocolate fountain, Vanessa Douglas watched the posh crowd of Atlanta's social elite schmooze each other.
Prominent doctors and lawyers, board members and business moguls turned out in jewels and designer clothes, decorated by elegantly dressed first spouses or young, hard-bodied second ones. Vanessa fought the urge to yawn.
But when a girl made penis-shaped cakes for a living, a lot of things seemed staid by comparison.
"Have you seen any cute guys?" her best friend and business partner Mia Medini asked.
"Nope. And hardly anybody under forty."
"What we expected. Your mother never listens." She planted her hands on her trim hips, which were shown off to perfection in a silky turquoise dress that also complemented her olive-toned skin and dark hair. "People our age go to nightclubs for fun, not the country club."
"Except my sister." Angelica, wearing a powder-blue suit and pearls, stood across the room with a group of elderly women. Nearby, their parents socialized in an intimate circle of longtime friends, her mother in cream-colored Chanel, her father in dig ... read full excerpt from Just One Taste... ebook
