The little bell of the curtain rings to let us know they are about to open, and I’m saved.When the curtain opens, it isn’t the waiter; instead, it’s a woman with a cart and what seems to be various gadgets of bowls and beakers, almost like it’s a science project, but then I notice a giant bar of chocolate.
“Time for dessert?”She smiles at us.
“This one, sure.” Hayes squeezes my thigh under the table as I pick up my glass of water.My pussy contracts from his innuendo.
“Perfect. I’m here to create your own chocolate truffle. I’m going to infuse the chocolate based on your mood and desires,” she announces.
I almost choke on my drink, and Hayes looks at the woman, impressed by the direction this conversation is going.
“Some sort of potion?”Lines form on my forehead.
“Yes,” she so easily answers.
None of this was anywhere on my list of potential or future date options, and I love this. Judging by Hayes’s wry smile as he watches the lady and me, I believe he does too.
She explains the process and the options, but ends on the topic of sex, which is perfectly fitting. “Chocolate is, of course, known as an aphrodisiac and a dessert of love. Partly due to the small kick of caffeine for energy, or the Love Molecule, as they say, which triggers a chemical in the brain to fall in love and increase pleasure. Plus, we have a serotonin increase as well, the happy molecule. You two seem happy together, but it is a Friday, so perhaps I can infuse your chocolate for an extra special evening.”
“By all means,” Hayes casually agrees as he leans back against the booth.
My jaw juts out as my eyes swing between him and the chocolatier, and then my theory is pretty much set in stone. He probably knew this was coming.
“We have a few options if we are going in the romantic direction. Strawberry champagne or raspberry liqueur are classic and safe options. A sweet gesture. However, if you really want to experience chocolate at its finest, then I recommend chili honey, which is warm and represents slow-blooming warmth mirroring sensuality.”
“Sounds promising,” Hayes comments.
I’m trying to maintain a straight face, but I’m struggling.
She continues. “Anything with espresso caramel also brings the slow anticipation factor and adds indulgence. I can inject any of these flavors into the chocolate truffles. What are you both thinking?”
I’m stifling my laugh. “That you must have a lot of people here who end up having sex behind the curtain.”My hand flies to my mouth because I can’t believe that just flew out of it.
Luckily, the woman laughs it off, and Hayes licks his lips, still smiling wryly.
“I can’t believe I just said that.” Should I be mortified? But then I think about it for a second, and I’m not. I’m having fun and enjoying a night that is about me and a man, nothing else. “But definitely no sweet gestures. Some guy brought me flowers already tonight.”
“Slow-blooming passion it is,” Hayes clarifies to the lady. “Indulgent is also very much fitting. How about we have both?”
She nods in agreement and takes her little syringes, working her magic before placing the intricate truffles on a small plate in front of us. “Bon appétit and enjoy yourevening.”She pushes her cart to allow space for her to close the curtain and leave us.
Instantly, I arrow my gaze straight into Hayes. “You planned this. Didn’t you?”
He begins to laugh and holds his hand up to stop me. “Maybe. Honestly, I didn’t think we would be going down the aphrodisiac route. I just thought having somebody make our own chocolate would be a nice touch. The other benefits kind of slipped my mind.”
I grimace at him before returning my focus to the delicious chocolate. “You’re in luck. I do love chocolate, and I’m far too curious.”
He yanks me closer to him by wrapping his arm around my hips. He picks up one of the truffles and brings it to my mouth, but he stops short of letting me take a bite. Instead, he glides the chocolate along my lips, back and forth as he captures my eyes. It’s already sensual, and I haven’t even taken a bite. His eyes drop slightly to my lips as he slowly moves the chocolate that is beginning to melt against the heat of my body.
I attempt to take a bite, but he removes the chocolate to taunt me.
Instead, his lips land on mine. It’s calculated. Slow, and his tongue swipes once along the seam of my mouth. I’m beginning to taste the chocolate now on his lips, and the tip of his tongue touches mine. He hums as he pulls away.
“Chili. But you are already indulgent,” he rasps.
Gosh, this man gets the highest rating for date experiences.
We walkside by side to my door, our arms grazing. When we stop in front of my door, I turn to face Hayes.
“Well, this is me,”I announce and hold up my key.
