Death by Chocolate

They look into each others eyes longingly. An electric chemistry that lights fireworks around them. So many people surround them, but they see no one. Quiet speak and gasps towards the woman wondering what the scandal is. She whispers to the man, “can I take you somewhere?” A thin smile tickles her lips.

“Sure!” He is dumbfounded and star struck. How can the most talented baker (and the most beautiful) in New York want him? He shuffles from foot to foot nervously aware that this dream could end at any moment. She leads him out the door. A black sedan is waiting out front. He hurries to the door and opens it for her. She slides into the soft dark leather like butter. He closes the door gently and almost trips getting to the other side. His stupid two left feet are always messing him up. He climbs into the car ungracefully and they are off in an instant. The driver speeds through downtown traffic as if he needs to be at his destination yesterday. The mans mouth gapes open and fear sparkles his eyes. The woman laughs musically and the man looks over at her from his trance. She is calm and cool. Her jet black dress hugs her every curve. She smiles at him and he gets dizzy and giddy all at the same time. He udders a drunken like giggle and stares into her eyes.

The car screeches to a halt in front a small shop. The most exclusive bakery in town. The chocolate rose hangs above the doorway and though the letters are a gilded red, they look a dark brown in the city light. She grabs a single long brass key from her clutch and unlocks the door. A million delicious smells accost his senses. He floats into the dark storefront behind her gazing dreamily at her dancing hips. “Can I make you something?” she enquires with a wry smile. Her eyebrow raises up a touch.

“Anything,” he breathes. She ties a small pink lacy apron behind her back and gets to work. Her hands flourish adding ingredients to a sliver mixing bowl. A big dump of flour, then a drop from a dark blue bottle splash into the bowl. She mixes the concoction vigorously and adds a few more drops from various unmarked bottles behind her. It’s in the oven and she breathes out a sigh of relief. The industrial oven cooks fast, and they sit there smiling back at each other. Everything about her is inviting. Her warm brown eyes, her soft red lips. “A black widow in front of me and I walked right into her lair! I would jump off a bridge for her in this moment,” he thinks to himself. Ding! A timer breaks them from their staring contest. She grabs a towel and pulls the small cake from the oven. She carefully slices a thin piece and plates it in front of him. It looks like the most delicious thing he has ever seen (besides her of course.)

She motions for him to take it and he willingly obliges. A crisp silver fork seems to come out of nowhere as she places it next to the plate in front of him. The smell of this creation is overwhelming. He takes it all in with a big sharp breath. She regards him carefully, as if she longs for him to taste it. He looks at her with a questioning look. “Try it,” she says, “I made it especially for you.” The way she says especially strikes him a bit off kilter, but his love goggles quickly snap back into place as the aroma of the dessert fills his lungs again.

He lifts up the fork. He softly cuts through the decadent slice. Not a crumb drops as he lifts it to his open mouth. The bite glistens with a needing, a wanting to be eaten. He closes his lips around it and pulls the fork out clean. The flavours blast his taste buds. The neurons in his mouth are firing on all cylinders as he lets out a groan of pleasure. A sinister smile spreads across the bakers lips. Her eyes grow dark as she stares at him. He swallows. His throat clamps closed around the morsel. He can’t breathe. His eyes grow wide with panic and he looks at her frantically. He motions towards his throat and she lets out an evil giggle. His mouth is too dry to speak. It opens wide and little pieces of dessert are stuck to his gums. A wave of terror cascades through him as he comes to the conclusion. It’s poison.

Suddenly the muscles in his throat relax. Mounds of ecstasy flow through him. His euphoria peaks and the sweat that has moistened his brow cools him. “aaah,” he sighs. “Now that is a dessert to die for!” she brings him close for a full wet kiss. They laugh together over the cake.Star