Sweet Layers

Henry was a middle aged mildly attractive man.  What he lacked in looks he made up for with words. He loved getting the attention from the ladies.  It didn't really matter how they looked,  just as long as they tuned into what he said and believed him.

Trust was a strange thing to Henry.  It was erotic to him on many levels.  He would lure the ladies in with his security,  feed into their ego's and need for company, ccompanionship, or whatever they thought they needed.  Then once they let their guard down,  he would bed them then leave.

Yeah, it was a rotten thing to do, but it was his addiction.  It gave him purpose.  It wasn't all one sided. They got something out of the deal too. They got a night of freedom.  He released them from their worries,  made them feel like goddesses, and gave them bliss. So what if it was just for a night.

He couldn't fully enjoy himself though if he didn't have their trust. That is what made it fun for him.

Tonight his way on his way to Lacy's house. He had been talking to two women at the beginning of the week and he thought he could seal the deal with both of them by the weekend,  but one just quit answering her phone. Lacy fell head over heels with him. Henry loved it.  The way she completely accepted anything that came from his mouth like his spoke absolute truth had him tied up in knots and almost busting. It made up for the absent girl who ghosted him.

Henry pulled up to Lacy's home. It was a bit of a drive from the city, bit he didn't mind. Less distraction for her. As he pulled up the driveway,  he mused at how welcoming and warm her house looked. With all the lights on, the trees that so elegantly bordered the house made a serene atmosphere that strangly added to his attraction to her. Everything was perfect. He couldn't believe his luck.

Henry parked the car and followed the well lit walk way to the front door.  He could smell the mixture of a robust roast emanating from the house, along the unmistakable sweet scent of chocolate mingling on the evening breeze.  Oh, it was heavenly. He almost missed a step as he aloud himself to indulge in the enticing fragrance. 

He quickly regained composure as he walked up the porch steps and gently knocked on the door.  It wasn't too long before the door opened to Lacy wearing a beautiful summer dress that accented every one of her wonderful curves and the playful smell of her fruity perfume.

"Wow," Henry sputtered.  He was honestly lost for words.

Lacy blushed. Henry thought that added to her endearing qualities.  He thought for a moment this actually might be the one to end all of his guilty pleasure for women. Then again maybe not.

"Are you going to come in,  or do you want to have dinner on the porch?" She asked.

"Yes" Henry answered.  "I'm sorry. I just wasn't expecting you to look so amazing. "  Henry offered as he stepped in and she closed the door.

Lacy lingered with her back to the door and stared at her well manicured feet in her open toed heels. Henry was lost in admiring how well she tied everything together in such a beautiful package that for a moment he didn't catch her awkward stance. Although,  when her eyes met his gaze, it seemed to disappear.  She leaned back on the door,  and her demeanor relaxed.

Henry had her all to himself.  Lacy looked so vulnerable and perfect. He had won his most promising prize. She took a step towards him. Her heels tapping on the floor in such a rhythm that made Henry's heart skip with joy.

"I have a confession to make", she said walking passed him to the kitchen.

Henry a little confused flashed a caring smile and followed. The table was set for two at a small cozy table.  In the center sat a lush satin finished chocolate cake. The perfume Lacy wore laced with the chocolate filled his senses with tantalizing images of the both of them tangled up in sheets later in the evening.

No one has had this effect on him before. He felt almost as if he was a child in a candy store. He was loosing his reign on how the evening was supposed to go.  He corrected his posture and his game. 

"Oh," He said. "What is your confession?"

"I like having my dessert first. " she said coyly looking over her shoulder.

"I don't see a problem with that. " Henry deeply enjoying the current events.

"Good", Lacy chimed. She placed to small plates out with matching forks. " Please, sit down. "

Henry sat down at the table. Lacy cut into the cake, handing the first piece to Henry.  When she finished slicing the cake, she sat down herself and eagerly waited for Henry to begin to eat. He sunk his fork through the spongy chocolaty layers and lifted it to his mouth. Lacy's gaze was almost seductive.  Henry let the mouthful of cake melt on his tongue before he spoke.

It was sweet, a little bit salty and had a strange taste he couldn't quite pinpoint. "Not what I was expecting, but it's very good. " Henry finally said.

Lacy placed a fork full in her mouth. Henry watched as her soft red lips closed around the fork. He thought about how her tongue was sliding that cake around in her mouth. Lacy seemed quietly pleased.That strange delicate cake.

His stomach felt uneasy.

No. This isn't how this night was to end.

"I have another confession", Lacy started as she placed her fork down beside her plate.

Henry was loving this heartfelt releases of the soul, however small they may seem.  He leaned back in the chair, deciding against another piece of cake, amused. He calmed his quesiness and tuned back to Lacy. His smiled waiting for her to continue.

"I actually got this recipe from a friend of yours,"  Lacy's eyes flickered.

Henry thought it was the light. He played along. Too late to stop now. "Yeah, who?" He said, " I didn't know we had any mutual friends. "

"Her name is Margaret."

The blood ran from  Henry's face.

"In all honesty,  we wouldn't have this cake without her. "

Lacy reached across the table for Henry's hand. He had gone limp. He wasn't expecting any of this. How did she know about Margaret? He had been extra  careful.  That was part of the fun. Henry stared at Lacy, for what came out of her beautiful mouth next sent a paralyzing fear streaking down his body.

"Can't you taste her in the cake?