Angielski
It's the cooking contest of a lifetime.
I just need to avoid falling for a hot alien chef.
To raise credits for the local creature shelter, I enter Interstellar Chef. If I win? I'm awarded the catering job of a lifetime and prize money I can donate to the shelter. It won't be easy-contestants must prepare exquisite meals in dangerous alien locations and fellow chefs have been known to attack the others. Some competitors don't make it home alive.
All I have to do is avoid my stiffest competition, Thrombuka Nargoth, the brutishly handsome, golden-skinned alien who once left me stranded without my undies in a secluded hallway of a dive bar on Quazar 3.
Fraternization among the competitors is strictly forbidden, but the more I try to avoid Throm, the more I can't resist him. Soon we're stealing kisses away from the prying eyes of the camera bots. If we're caught, we'll get thrown off the show.
Fate has other plans, however, and soon I don't know what I'm fighting for most-the prize money for the shelter or a future with Throm.
