Liplovinman
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Brandon Wyles was a chef instructor, he had learned his trade and spent time traveling throughout Europe before settling in Los Angeles. His travels took him through Paris, where he fell in love with the people and the food culture. Tuscany taught him the meaning of experiencing a meal. Now, 43, less strapping than in his youth, he still had a keen of eye and skilled hands that sung when he worked.
For the past 15 years, Brandon has been a private chef for the Hollywood elite, brushing elbows with the lives of those he craved, seeing the world of his desires through the pantry of his clients. It was only within the past 2 years that Brandon had begun to use his talents to teach. He was becoming intoxicated with the bevy of beauties that were looking wantonly upon his skills, but they were never interested in anything more than his knowledge. There were many ways to instruct, the most effective for him had always been hands on, though it proved the most distracting as well, especially in the case of his latest student.
For the past 15 years, Brandon has been a private chef for the Hollywood elite, brushing elbows with the lives of those he craved, seeing the world of his desires through the pantry of his clients. It was only within the past 2 years that Brandon had begun to use his talents to teach. He was becoming intoxicated with the bevy of beauties that were looking wantonly upon his skills, but they were never interested in anything more than his knowledge. There were many ways to instruct, the most effective for him had always been hands on, though it proved the most distracting as well, especially in the case of his latest student.