The Last Dessert - Episode 3
22-09-25 (15:46)
**Episode 3**
They sat down to eat, the table lit
by a pair of candles Sophie had set
earlier. The chicken was perfect.
Salad crisp. The figs nearly made
her come right there. As they ate,
she teased—but it was gentler
now. Less pointed. Less about
control. She let the strap of her
dress fall halfway off her shoulder.
Made little sounds of pleasure as
she bit into dessert. Pressed her
bare foot against his ankle under
the table.
Chef took it all in stride, the same
half-smile on his lips the whole
time. Calm. Unbothered. But she
knew him well enough to see it: He
was waiting. And Sophie didn’t
know if she was turned on or
nervous. Maybe both.
When she reached across the table
for her glass, the slit in her dress
parted almost fully, baring the top
of her hip and a flash of skin where'
panties *should’ve* been. She
caught him looking.
“What?” she said, innocently.
He dabbed the corner of his mouth
with his napkin. “Karma.”
Dinner plates sat empty on the
table, the bottle of wine down to
its last glass. Sophie leaned back in
her chair, sated, a little flushed, the
slit of her dress draped wide over
her thigh. She had just finished
telling him about the apartments
she’d toured in Chicago when Chef
pushed his chair back and stood.
He didn’t speak right away. Instead,
he looked down at her with a calm,
unreadable expression—familiar, yet
different.
She blinked, sat up straighter, and
tilted her head.
“Time for dessert,” he said.
Something in his voice made her
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