hot chocolate - guest post from F. Leonora Solomon

wildly excited to hand over the reins to F.Leonora Solomon this week, for a sexy French tease… Ivy x

Hot Chocolate

Sipping the hot chocolate was like a kiss, Adrienne closed her eyes as the chocolate flowed over her tongue. It was sweet, but she savored it like a savory food. Her eyes moved around the elaborate French cafe, as she saw all types of people fill it.

Her friend had told her that she had to have the chocolate there while she was in Paris, but she had not been prepared for what she was served. This was more than hot chocolate—it was a rendezvous. A moment in time suspended from the rest of her life. She felt suspended from the rest of her life anyway because she was not fluent in French, and she did not understand a lot of what was being said around her.

“Excuse me…”

The English words jarred her, before she looked up and saw a tall slender man in a suit walk by her. His suit pants had grazed her arm—and not his fault—she spilled her chocolate.

The man was on his knees in front of her when she looked down at her dress. There was a splash of chocolate something like a Rorschach, but most of the chocolate was on the floor. A rush of employees walked over to her, and reassured her in French. She was taken to a new table, and napkins and spoons were placed before her.

Seated across from her was the man who had caused all of the trouble. Adrienne could still feel his suit on her bare arm, when he now touched with his hand.

“I am sorry,’ he said. “I did not mean to make you spill your chocolate…”
Adrienne shrugged, and shook her head.

“No, it was me. I am normally clumsy…”

He looked at her with a smile.

“Your chocolate’s on me,” he said, as another hot chocolate was placed before her. “I did not even ask if you spoke English before I came over here apologizing.”

“Non,” she started in French, and then smiled happy to speak English with someone. “I do, and you do not have to pay for my chocolate…”

“I insist, besides…I would like to speak to someone in English for a bit…do you mind humoring an American?”

“No.”

Adrienne smiled, and sipped her hot chocolate. Feeling like she was kissing the chocolate again, now she wondered what this man’s lips would feel like against hers instead. She did not know his name yet.

He stared at her lips, which she licked. He looked at her breaking the rules, for how long he should look into her eyes.

Her temples dampened as she continued to drink the hot chocolate, and to drink in her new companion’s appearance. He continued to study her lips, as she licked them. Studied them as she licked the homemade whipped cream with the tip of her tongue, before added it liberally to top her chocolate.

This time, when she spilled the hot chocolate, it was not an accident. Again he was at her knees, when she looked at the new chocolate Rorschach on her dress it looked like desire as his fingers grazed her dress and the edge of her knee.

“Excuse me, I am so clumsy…” she said, and got up, asking in French where was the bathroom.

The tiny jewel box bathroom was decadent, it looked at elegant as the china her chocolate was served in. Adrienne did not have to go to the bathroom, but she braced the sink as she tried to regain her composure. She saw dried chocolate on the edge of her lip. All the flirty licking she had done, and she still missed a spot of actual chocolate.

Looking at her face once more, she opened the bathroom door, and he was there. Her temples moistened again, as he leaned in. Adrienne pulled at his tie to rein him in.

He kissed her.

He licked the spot where she had licked the chocolate off of her mouth, and the tip of her tongue. His lips rested on her top lip.

“You taste like chocolate…” he whispered.

It was the first time an American accent made her wet.