A Wedding Affair (The Wedding Affair) (13 page)

“Nice, very nice”
his deep voice is dripping with want and desire as I wrap the robe around me cinching it tightly at my waist.

I turn
my back to him and gather my wet things so I can put them in the laundry. As I turn to face him, his shirt is off, he drops his trousers and boxers, he is naked, oh mother of God, he is beyond what I remember, the abs, his deeply defined muscles and those shoulder, his physique is God like in stature, he is toned and buff, but hell and holy beast his manhood, in all its glory is on display and from the looks of him he is a bit happy to see me. I toss him the robe.

“Put that away
!” he smiles at my words.

“Aria I think he is happy to see you”

“No comment from the peanut gallery”

“Oh
Aria you wound me” he is laughing at me with his deep voice and killer smile.

I
am now the color of the new fire engine red Chanel lipstick. I reach for his clothes and he smiles and smirks as he adorns the fluffy white robe.

Friday night what t
he hell is going on in my little humble abode? Naked, drunk, wet this can go no place good.

Tristan follows me back into the house, I put my clothes in
to the laundry basket and I put his in the dryer.

I
watch as he walks into the dining room and sits at my grand piano, I follow at a glacial pace and I am stopped in my tracks as I hear his play and I smile as he really knows how to get to me, I walk to him and just watch him. I use to love to watch him play my piano, as his fingers glide over the keys he is going to do this to me, he is going to pull out the big guns again and try and blow me away.

I stand in front of him and watch with eager anticipation as his n
imble fingers set the scene which haunting melody will he regale as his weapon of choice.

The shadow of your smile
shit, shit, shit he went for the mother of all Sinatra classics this song came out when I was born and my dad was obsessed with it, and when I told the scandalous Mr. Bach about that he played it for me on my birthday one year and made me cry.

My legs turn to jelly, I am leaning over the piano gazing at him,
I am like a moth to the flame he looks down at his fingers then back at me, and he begins to sing
‘the shadow of your smile when you are gone will cover all my dreams and light the dawn…’

I just watch him play as
his deep smooth voracious voice engulfs me, enthralls me, this is not the same shallow guy I once knew, this guy has been hurt, was it by me? was it by his ex? Clearly he was mending a broken heart as well. I don’t know how to react to this alter-ego in the Adonis silhouette before me again in unchartered territory and I’m heading into a rough sea.

He finishes the song and leans up and presses his forehead to mine.

“Baby, I’ve missed you so much”  he moves closer to kiss me and I stand straight and cross my arms, he sits back on the piano bench in nothing but a robe, his chest is bare his lips are full, his eyes are smoldering he is sex and I am doomed.

“Aria tell me you don’t want me!
Tell me to go and I will!”

Shit,
see what I mean, he is always seducing me, always making me want him. When I told him I was a virgin he still kept up the sexing, and the teasing, and here he is doing it again, but this time I’m not a virgin anymore, so I need to tell him why this is not going anywhere and how he fucked up.

“Tristan don’t, this can
’t go anywhere”

“Aria I beg to differ” he is so
damn sure of himself, which is funny but quite discerning.

“I
t’s too late for us; I can’t do this with you, where the hell were you for the past two years that I cried myself to sleep? Did you know I quit the firm because I couldn’t face the walls? I ran far away from your memory, from all of it!” I’m breathing hard and talking stern and I have his attention because my words are full of sentiment, my statement is passionate and I am raged with emotions.

“Aria you didn’t run that far, I sa
w the Tristan sign in your store naming your collection after me”

“That suit is a better fit then we
ever were” damn him for seeing my vulnerable side, my work.

“Looks to me like I wasn’t totally out of sight out of mind”

“So I’m sentimental, it doesn’t change the facts Tristan!”

“That is just semantics Aria”
truth be told we were two people who were playing with fire and wound up falling in love

“I can’t do this anymore with
you Tristan, you’re always teasing me and taunting me the sexual innuendo the glances and insinuations” the anguish in my voice is almost a sob.

He stands in front of me and grabs
my robe by the collar our eyes meet and I’m panting just by his proximity.

“Aria
I had no choice your words
haunted me
what did you always use to say to me?” I am now at a loss for words I have told him so many things about his behavior his demeanor, the way he treated me, it’s an endless vicious list.

“Tristan I don’t know what you’re talking about”
I sound fragile as he towers over me encasing me in his gaze.

“Baby you always told me that everyone comes with baggage
, find someone who loves you enough to help you unpack” I am floored that he remembers a plea I once made to him while we were fighting. I walk away from him to get some distance between us.

“Oh yeah well I believe my last word to you were the secret to dealing with you is you get your way and
I am always right” I cross my arms and just look at him and he comes and stands in front of me.

“Aria don’t you get it, after all these years?”
ok he is frustrated, good or bad don’t know yet

“Get what Tristan?
” his words are suggestive…what? That he is still an ass…

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“What that you taunt me and tease me …”

“Because I
still fucking want you Aria, I have never wanted anyone as much as I want you!” his hazel eyes are dark and mysterious he has a vice like grip on my arms I can’t do this.

I pull away from
him; he is lethal with the cologne, the cigarette, the liquor and the sexual connotation this is how it all started.

“Tristan
what you are saying has serious implications” I fumble with my hair behind my ear.

“Then you are finally interpre
ting me correctly”

“Insinuation and suggestive
connotations are very presumptuous of you, but really doesn’t change anything Tristan” I speak the truth.

“Then why did you come
to me in the bar tonight?” he is very calm and he is very right, shit I hate when this happens, but I guess I should get it out.

“
Honestly Tristan I wanted to see if I could be around you and not want you all over me, not want to be in your arms, nothing has changed, I still feel the same way about you, and it’s all still here in my heart” this is why I always took him back.

I pushed my wet hair back with both hands
as I confess my inner most thoughts and feelings for him.

“Aria I’m not sorry that I am still in love with you, I’m sorry I waited so long to find you, I’m sorry I hurt you
, I’m sorry I didn’t know what I had until you were gone!” he is now breathing hard and talking stern. 

He holds my wrist and I turn my head to not look at him.

“Don’t Tristan please just don’t, there are no exceptions” it is a plea it’s my final supplication my last card I have to play.

“Except I love you Aria”
the butterflies are not fluttering and flying in my throat

He kisses my cheek as his
warm soft velvet lips move to my ear I feel his breath on me and it is so seductive and erotic as he touches sensors in my body that I never knew even existed.

“No matter how long it’s been since we have seen one another Aria there are still times when I think of you and suddenly it gets hard to breathe” He just said what I have been going th
rough for two years, that is why I couldn’t deal with him leaving I just buried all of my feelings for him in the depths of my soul. He is holding me tight and trailing kisses down my neck to the corner of my mouth and I am going to explode.

“If you want m
e to stop I will”

“Y
es I want you to stop, please don’t do this to me not now, please!” I get it all out in a whisper.

“Do what to you,… love you?”

“It’s too little too late Tristan!” I struggle out of his arms and those few choice words are hurtful enough as he lets me go. I know I wounded him right then and there and the mother of all intentions it was
spiteful
, a payback if you will to give him a bitter taste of his own medicine.

“We’ll see” His confidence scares me, my shyness and modesty is what has a
lways drawn him to me I know he likes to win and my only chance against him is tactile reticence because he is extremely touchy-feely.

I step back from him and cross my arms we are both looking at one another, I have been drinking for the past five hours, I am engaged to a wonderful man who is out of town at the moment and I have been fraternizing with the enemy for the better part of the evening.

I already kissed him, which constitutes
cheating in the book of ethics, I have to stop this, I have to change the mood between us and surprisingly Tristan does it for me.

“
Aria please tell me about yourself, what are you into nowadays, are you still the purse fanatic? I have often wondered if you are still collecting the handbags and purses”

I smile and
let out my breath I was holding, yes this is a much better.

“Tristan come you gotta see this”
suddenly I am the petulant school girl who has to show him my record collection.

Chapter 8

THE MORE I SEE YOU

I take a deep breath as I secure my robe so nothing is a temptation to the beast with sexual intent, we head for the staircase as our feet pad the hard wood floors.

Tristan
follows me out of the dining room up the cherry and white curved staircase to the second floor the wall sconces are dimmed as we stop at the illusive white double doors.

Tristan is at my side as I can no longer hold my anticipation, I slowly
opened the double doors to my sanctuary, my oasis and formally what I call my closet.

A room that is bigger than my kitchen and looks like a store
, complete with display cases, a wall of shoes, all organized by designer. Custom bookcases that house all my handbags as they sit side by side as if they are books, well they all do tell a story, so that is why I put them in bookshelves.

My far from humble getaway houses a huge
crystal chandelier anchored over the sitting area that is adorned with a chase lounge, a pale champagne Bergere chair, a French writing desk in cream with matching wing chair, and a three paneled mirror on the wall.

The walls are pink satin stripe wallpaper with gold French candled sconces
to illuminate and set the mood, very tranquil and serene, quite romantic, shoot maybe this is not such a good idea to have sex on fire in here…maybe he won’t try anything in here I mean there is no bed just a chase lounge and wow this plush carpeting that we are sinking into might be comfy for a tryst…shit shit shit see how he gets me thinking.

I
t is because I am aroused and wet I have been since I saw this maniac. Well moving on with the tour I gauge Tristan as he is looking at the walls and then back at me.

“So what do you think Tristan? I am curious as he has always indulged
my collection of handbags, there are a few in here that he has bought me, it was too painful to get rid of them so I put them away they are beautiful, memorable and stored way in the back, so to speak.

Tristan walks past the fur enclosure, my
jewelry wardrobe, and he eyes all my clothes as everything is stored in its own place by season of course.

The whole room in wrapped in pale
pink champagne plush carpet as Tristan looks at me I become very nervous the look on his face is utter, shock and amazement yes but his sexy smile is what has always gotten me.

“Oh I don’t
see you moving from this house!” ok now I’m blushing, secretly I always wanted to show this to Tristan.

“It took me a while
to put it all together but it’s my guilty pleasure” as I look around and then my eyes stop on him.

“Aria, you were my guilty pleasure”
he is being sweet but you know me sarcastic as ever.

“Yeah well guilt won over pleasure”
I smile very smug at him as I cross my arms.