Prior to opening my own bistro, I worked for one of the city’s top restaurateurs in a four-star establishment.

While I called the shots in the kitchen and had full creative control over the menu, Darryl handled all “front of the house” affairs — including those of his hot wife, Gina.

Darryl only showed up once or twice a week to go over the books and meet with me, but Gina was often up front subbing as a hostess or rushing about supervising the floor — even when their friends from the country club came by. Since the place was not at all some cozy family-run pub, I wondered why she was always around. Surely she had better things to do on a Saturday night.

Still, Gina seemed to love circulating and mingling, and she went out of her way to flirt with the high-rolling... Read More