A Wedding Affair (The Wedding Affair) (12 page)

“Haluck
i” he mummers as he is now smiling ear to ear, this is like his favorite thing that I make, it’s an old family recipe that has never been written down and has been passed from mother to daughter for generations.

“O
f course, I made it last night for our family dinner night” every Thursday the family gets together for a meal to catch up, I made breaded chicken cutlets and this family dish that is our comfort food, we are Hungarian and keep the traditions for the next generations, meaning my nieces and nephews and cousins.

I grab the left overs out
of the refrigerator, and before I shut it Tristan is over my shoulder.

“A
h yes here we go if I am going to eat halucki I have to have a beer, right?”

Shit
! he just reminded me of my dad, who would always have his halucki with a beer after all these years he still remind me of him, the way he walks and his mannerisms the way he smokes, it is all coming back to me. I think I’ll keep that bit to myself; I make myself busy getting out plates and placemats, silverware. I put the casserole dish in the microwave to heat it through.

Tristan walks over to the built
in cherry desk near the table he moves the mouse on the computer and the sound that fills the room stops me dead in my tracks
body and soul
, this is the song that made me fall in love with him and the bastard is playing it!
shit shit shit!
Before I can even react he is at my back I feel him breathing at my ears as he whispers,

“
Dance with me?” it is not a question but a demand, he knows how to get to me, and he has always been this direct, forward and unbearable obtuse, forever pulling me into his sexual thrall.

When he is like
this in my face his game has always been to drive me crazy, teasing me and taunting me, and he is very good at it he uses music to set the mood and sexual desire takes over, because what is dancing? Making love set to music, I am under his spell and he knows exactly what he is doing the self-centered sexy bastard that he is.

I turn around
and he takes me in his arms, he holds me close, his stubble against my cheek, I can’t believe this song is still on my computer, I thought I got rid of everything Tristan Bach.

He pulls away slightly and we lo
ok at one another his lips part and he sings the familiar lyrics.

They echo and fill the r
oom as they remind me of how I use to love to be in his arms and have him sing this song to me, desire runs through my pulsing veins as he sings the haunting melody I am consumed with him.

“
‘My heart is sad and lonely I sigh for you dear only
’ “I can’t look in his eyes, they are piercing, captivating and the mother of all hypnotizing, but as his lips utter these words he pulls me close, his breath is at my ears and he drowns me in his all-consuming way. What I have missed the most about him were these tender stolen moments Oh what they use to do to me, they still have the same profound effect as every muscle south of my navel clinches, this is the seduction that he wields over me time and time again his gentle touch, his deep voice and his ever present libido was always a danger to my well-being. I move to pull away it is getting too much, I watch his lips move as he serenades me, romances me, I was always a slave to his kisses, I do admit no one has ever kissed me the way his lips kiss me and then suddenly I am pulled out from his whole seduction scene by...

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP
, saved by the bell, microwave bell that is, I pull out of his embrace so eager to put some distance between us, he reluctantly lets me go, as he is stunned like he was caught in his own trance, guess he got in over his head, I don’t know and I really shouldn’t care.

I grab the casserole out of the microwave and head over to the table, he holds out a chair for me I serve him and grab him a glass for his beer, me vodka is always my drin
k of choice.

The air between us lightens up as we share a meal,
I recall how he is such a foodie, we both are, this recipe has been in our family for ages, its cabbage and pasta with bacon and cheese, he smiles at me as he digs in, the joy on his face is heartwarming, he enjoys food, he savors every bite and there is no wonder why he owns a restaurant, he has always been a great cook, he is phenomenal in the kitchen.

“You know Tristan I use to love to watch you cook, you were always honest and yourself whe
n you cook” he looks at me and I bite my lip, as I recall how we would work all day and get together for a drinks at my house and I would cook and we had the best time, he was a wiz in the kitchen, more with technique and dishes from around the world, he marries elements quite well together he was always making wonderful dishes, me I am just family favorites, not the gourmet cook at all.

“Aria your dishes were always mouthwatering because you cooked with love” he always use to say that to me.

We both relax a bit as we share a meal, he calms and the sexual desire between us fades as we have a more normal conversation, he inquires about the family and how my mom is doing, my nieces and nephews, they are all so much older now and we laugh when I tell him about some of the old gang we use to hang out with when we worked together, he is charming when he wants to be and I like this side of him.

I am not scared or afraid of him when he is like this, because it is safe, I don’t feel like he has ulterior motives, be
cause actually sex with him has always scared me, I don’t know if it is the way his desire is just unleashed over me or if it’s the fact that he is a well-endowed man who has teased me enough with his private parts that I feel completely over whelmed whenever he starts with the sexual banter but mostly I have always felt that I would just be another notch on his bed post and I couldn’t have the love of my life see me as just a conquest.

We talk like two old friends and I think that maybe this can be ok,
maybe we can be friends and the moment the thought crosses my mind, he touches my cheek and it hits me where it shouldn’t. Why is it that he does this to me and not my fiancé? The only relationship he is interested in is between the sheets it is quite clear and I am quite aroused.

We finished the halucki
, and the look on his face he just loved it.

“Aria that was the best yet, I have always been amazed how you cook like this, it was always one of the things I loved about you” he complimented me
and thanked me for feeding him and used the words I wanted to hear years ago not now. Shit, shit, shit.

“My pleasure Tristan
, as I recall you were always very picky” he would cook for me at his place or he would ask me to cook instead of going out, he’d bring over a bottle and we’d make dinner, listen to music and he would sing to me, I know he was just playing with me and toying with my affections but all those songs, those haunting lyrics that made me fall in love with him. I look at this complicated man today and the memories seem so real but seem like a lifetime ago.

“Aria you cook with love and that is why
I fell in love with you” ok what has my food fueled his desire? Quick gotta change this form of questioning and like now.

“
I am so glad we ate wow I was getting woozy” Tristan looks at me and he has ulterior motives I know this man and I am cautious but he always disarms me.

“C
ome lets go hang out by the pool” good the night air should clear my head, Tristan wants a cigarette, we walk outside and I take off my heels, Tristan takes off his shoes and socks and rolls up his pants legs, he sit on the side of the pool and puts his feet in. I hike up my pencil skirt and take his offered hand as I sit next to him and I put my feet in too, the water is nice, warm and inviting, the warm breeze blows and I push my hair back away from my face.

“So are you and what’s his name moving in here?”
he lights the cigarette takes a hit off it and passes it to me.

“
You mean Ian?” I say very curt and stern as I reach for his offered cigarette, take a hit off it and pass it back to him with my lipstick on it.

“Aria you are so beautiful” I blow the smoke out over the pool
, his eyes never leave mine, he is still forceful and arrogant but not as nerve-racking as he use to be, definitely has a more humble disposition than I remember, but that face still have the quality of a thousand goodbyes.

“I never was beautiful to you
before why go there now Tristan?” he takes a hit off his cigarette and the smoke comes out his nose, did I upset him, well good because that remark use to upset me.

“I suffer from Basorexia when I am around you”

“Well your strong hunger for kissing is all I do remember of you, the grabbing the pushing me against the walls, yanking and pulling my hair you kissed the hell out of me everyplace you could you sure as hell did”

“Nice to know you remember me that way”

“Haunted is more accurate as I remember” sarcastic but true

“I don’t remember you every denying me your lips or granting me your mouth”

“The implications of my actions Tristan were more than I could handle”

“Aria losing you was the consequence of my repercussions”

“Yeah well it was all an illusion just part of your whole deceitful package” I feel hurt and I deliver it that way.

“You knew I was crazy about
you! Aria, I would find any way to leave and be with you, didn’t you know I was in love with you?” ok more words I don’t need to hear. I go for nonchalant and blow his words off.

“Tristan all of that is in the past” he nods yes but his face says something
else… what is he thinking? The same thing I am thinking will he bed me?

“S
o tell me is this what you want?” he takes me completely by surprise, I was prepared for more sexual innuendo.

“W
hat do you mean Tristan?” I answer his question with a question and put the ball back in his court.

“I
s this how you saw your life, the road you are taking with Bollinger?”

Ok Mr. S
erious again with the life affirming questions, jeez what does he care about my happiness, he never did before, he never contributed to my happiness and ya know what he should hear the truth.

“
I’m happy Tristan for the first time in a long time I am happy, is that what you wanted to know?”

“I don’t know what I expected to hear out of your mouth, you have
been a mystery to me for the past two years, where were you? How were you? And what you were doing I just didn’t know”

“Tristan I wasn’t with anyone since we broke-up, Ian just came back about a month ago and he proposed a few weeks ago actually.”

“I see” He takes his last hit of his cigarette and puts it out in the glass ashtray, his eyes lock onto mine and he smells of my favorite smell on him liquor and cigarettes, he pushes my hair off my face, he pauses and tugs on my ear at my diamond earring, I don’t rebuke him, he trails his finger down my cheek to my chin and he sends a thrill down my spine. his lips part and I see his tongue he grabs my chin and leans over and kisses me, he pushes his tongue past my clenched teeth, he deepens the kiss and wraps his arms around me, I can’t resist this sexy God before me, my hands find their way into his unruly tousled hair, pulling him close to me, I have only been kissed like this by him, call it sensual, call it for old time sake but still as erotic as ever, I can’t put my finger on what it is, I just know that his kisses make me want him, no man has ever kissed me like this.

I’m charting into
dangerous territory but I don’t care, I’ve missed him so much, this man whom I wanted all along, who I said I would be with or be with no one at all was here back in my life kissing me and in just two weeks before I am to become someone else’s wife. His lips mold so perfectly to mine as he takes me in his arms and I am on fire for him, I lose myself in his kiss.

All of a sudden

SPLASH, SPLATTER, SMACK,

S
uddenly we are in the pool, he is holding on to me kissing me as only he can, we sink as he pulls me under away from the world above.  I am in heaven, the way this man kiss’s me I am under his spell. We come back up and he pushes my hair back.

“Aria how I have missed you”
We are both breathing hard drawing air into our lungs, I pull away and make my way over to the edge and climb out, he follows. I grab a towel from the chair and throw him one, he looks at me, my silk and lace blouse leaving nothing to the imagination, my skirt is above my waste and my lace panties are giving him a trill.

“Y
ou’re beautiful Aria” he makes his way over to me and I step back, I can’t take this any further.

“Tristan don’t”
he is reaching for me and stops then pushes back his wet hair in aggravation.

I turn and walk into the cabana; I take off my wet things and re
ach for a clean dry fluffy white robe from the hook on the wall.

“Tristan there is a robe in here for you to put on”

Before I can finish he walks in I am naked and stepping out of my soaked panties, he is no gentlemen his eyes run from my eyes down to my French manicured toes and back again, bastard checking me out.