Incubus Chocolatier PG-13 Version
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Chapter 5: Frosty Mint
The rest of the week went by rather uneventfully for Tristan at Dark Heaven. Alan stopped by on Wednesday and dropped off the handmade uniform for Mina and apron for Issy. For Mina, Alan had designed a brown, chocolate-colored dress that was knee length with a frilly, white, half apron that was tied around the waist. The back of the dress had a pair of small white wings attached to it that had been made out of a white silk material.
For Issy, he’d designed a full apron with frills, and had added the image of angel wings on the front of the apron using gold sequins. For some reason Alan had seemed very interested in getting to meet the Living Doll Issy, and when he’d met her he kept looking back and forth between her and Tristan with a knowing smile on his face.
Tristan continued to go out on dates with Laura after work, and as he got to know her better he found that he grew to like her more and more. However, this made him feel guilty that he planned on sleeping with her Saturday night after the opera and then on breaking up with her right after.
But Tristan could already feel his body weakening from lack of sex. If he didn’t sleep with Laura on Saturday…well, he’d be screwed. Time flew by and suddenly it was Saturday. After work, Tristan got ready for the opera, dressing in a tuxedo, and casually draped a dark blue scarf around his neck for a finishing touch. All classy men wore a scarf to the opera.
Once Tristan had finished dressing and checking his appearance he went to pick up Laura in his Corvette. He parked in front of her house and waited for her to exit through the front door. But then she was suddenly knocking on the window of the passenger’s side door. He blinked, wondering how he hadn’t seen her leave the house, but shrugged it off. Tristan leaned over and opened the door for Laura. She grinned as she got into the car.
Tristan’s eyes turned into hearts at her appearance. “Whoo.” He wolf whistled when he saw her finished look. Her brown hair had been swept back to one side and several glittery hairpins held her hair in place. She wore the dark blue evening gown, and a pair of sexy, black stilettos. A strand of white pearls graced her neck. Tristan thought high-heeled shoes were hot. She held a glittery, silver clutch in her hands. Her makeup was simple and elegant with smoky eyes and pale, glossy lips. “Laura.” Tristan breathed. “You look absolutely gorgeous.”
Laura blushed and fidgeted with her clutch. “Thank you, Tristan.” She appeared nervous and was acting almost guiltily.
Tristan reached out and squeezed her hand. “No need to be so nervous. I’m here.”
The sexual tension between them was supercharged. Laura knew that tonight was the night. Laura offered Tristan a strained smile. “I know.”
Tristan let go of her hand to put both his hands on the steering wheel. He drove them to the Metropolitan Opera House at the Lincoln Center. When they arrived, Tristan parked the car and they made their way to the opera house up several stone steps that led to a square with a large fountain sitting in the center. The front of the opera house building had five huge arched glass windows side by side, allowing the interior to be seen easily.
As Laura and Tristan approached the entrance hand in hand she couldn’t help but feel like Cinderella on her way to the ball. Hundreds of beautifully dressed women in a colorful array of evening gowns, along with their handsome tuxedo-clad dates ascended the lit stairs into the building.
The phantasmagoric sight took Laura’s breath away and she could forget once again that she was ‘Mom’ and ‘Wife’, and instead pretend to be a princess with her handsome prince. She looked at Tristan from beneath her eyelashes and noticed that every female gaze seemed to be inexplicably drawn towards him. She gripped Tristan’s hand tighter, but strangely enough Tristan’s gaze never strayed from her. It made her feel incredibly guilty. She would allow herself this one night with Tristan and then…she’d never see him again.
Laura knew she was the envy of every girl there and she felt a thrill because of it. She felt…special.
Tristan gentlemanly opened the door for Laura and escorted her inside. He went over to one of the tables and grabbed two programs that had a synopsis of the plot of the opera Don Giovanni, names of the cast and a brief history behind the opera. The couple then made their way to their opera box that was on the third level. They entered the box and took their seats.
Laura sensed movement behind her and watched as a young brunette entered their box to take a seat behind them. The young woman was dressed in an incredible Victorian-style gown with an elaborate, laced-up bodice, sleeves that went to her elbows and ended with frills, and a floor-length, bell skirt with lots of ruffles. The dress was mostly a chocolate and burgundy color, but was accented by swatches of a flower print fabric. An exotic black lace domino mask was on the woman’s face lending to her mysterious air. There was a velvet choker around her neck that had a cameo on it.
“Laura?” Tristan’s voice cut through her staring.
“Huh?” Laura turned to face Tristan. “Did you say something?”
Tristan frowned. “Where were you?” He motioned towards the stage with a nod of his head. “The opera is about to start.”
“Awesome.” Laura said and turned her attention to the stage. The lights were dimmed, the curtain was raised and the opera began.