Time again to prize open the fridge door and see what’s inside! This week, infatuation goes next level in Gael Franklin’s swank and teasing tale –

He wandered, looking at the other models who were standing around facing him.

He was gorgeous, big and tanned, with a luxuriant beard. Looking at him made me feel warm inside.

He had on a smart uniform, consisting of shorts showing off his lovely legs, bristling with manliness; and a polo shirt, the embroidered symbol upon which surely indicating that he was highly-regarded.

He continued surveying the crowd, yo-yoing between one and the next, and then to my surprise, he walked directly towards me. His deep brown eyes took in my every curve. He looked me up and down and smiled broadly.

“Yep, that’s my girl!” he whispered, seemingly wanting this intimate murmur to be shared by only the two of us. I could never have predicted the next enchanting moment. He extended his long muscular arms around me and effortlessly hoisted me aloft.

I had heard that men prefer slim models, and I was heavy-set to say the least, so I didn’t imagine that someone epitomising masculinity like he did would give me a second glance. His muscly arms held me so tight, I felt protected and safe in his embrace. He made me feel dainty and delicate. He made me feel every glorious sensation I had ever fantasised about.

I savoured every moment we had together as he carried me out to his lovely modern vehicle. I had not seen one as roomy as his before. With great care, he gently settled me into my position and ensured that I was buckled in safely before he began to drive.

I was giddy as he sang to me throughout the journey. He knew all the most romantic songs, and the acoustics of the vehicle suited his well-developed baritone. “Ohhhhh my love, my darling, I’ve hungered for your touch…” he sang along with the Righteous Brothers, though my man was considerably more expressive in his rendition to me.

We soon arrived at a luxurious-looking estate, with a tree-lined turning circle that he masterfully negotiated. “Here we are my dear!” he chirped lovingly as he untethered my safety belt.

Again I was cradled in his arms as he marched through the opening front door. He walked assertively along the generous hallway, into a large open-plan kitchen with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a courtyard with a babbling fountain.

Just as I was absorbing the spellbinding romance of this destination we would share, I could feel him unfurling my power cord. I was totally flummoxed! He then slid me backwards into a tight cavity against the wall, surrounded by cupboards.

He threw open my door, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. My lights were aflicker under his strong fingertips. Detached, he swung my door closed, and placed a firm hand on top of me saying to the man who had appeared: “Yep, all done, she’s a great model.”

He shook hands with the man and left, looking back only to collect a page which the other chap had signed. I felt cold inside… and empty.