with his teeth clinching his bottom lip, and shaking his head at me, sexy glares can’t keep this going, I believe a change of venue is what we need. On that note I walk pass him bottle in hand as I head towards the kitchen.
“ I need ice” he follows me into the kitchen I fill my glass with ice and walk out the French sliding doors out to the stone terrace that overlooks the pool in the backyard.
Tristan follows me and he is impressed
“Wow this is like nirvana, what a way to relax after work”
The whole backyard is illuminated by a stone wall with lights scattered throughout the grounds, my brothers are landscapers they did all of this when I moved back here.
“I t’s so peaceful out here after a grueling day of dealing with men all day, customers attitudes and business in general, present company included” my smile lets him know that I am being my sarcastic self.
Tristan takes his jacket off and puts it on the back of the patio chair; we sit next to one another looking out at the water in the pool.
“Aria this house is you, I have very fond memories of you and I in your old house, oh the meals you made me, dancing in your kitchen, I remember like it was yesterday” Ok he is getting serious again change gears, I take a sip of my vodka, wow we gotta eat, a thought crosses my mind, I take a sip of my grey goose on ice it is cool refreshing so I down the glass and I see Tristan as he just looks me in surprise and wonder.
“H ey are you hungry?” my question is suggestive but anything I say to him comes off that way.
“Hungry for what Aria? ” his is cute and most discerning, that look on his face right now is why I he gets me wet. Damn him after all this time he still pulls at me, but I can’t let him know the effect he has on me, God knows what he will do.
So I give him a goofy look don’t make me hurt you! And try to lighten the mood between us.
“I have something that I think you migh t like” he looks at me with sinister intent.
“Do you now?” oh he is as ever challenging as his sexual innuendo is overflowing and oozing out his every pore.
“Y es and get your mind out of the gutter” I say smiling as I grab my glass and walk back through the French doors to the kitchen.
“C ome on, I will warm it up” he is always quick with his mocking sexual undertones like I said he has teased me sexually and it still has the same effect on me, I am hot and bothered in places he should not have access to.
I fix myself another drink as slice a lime as I get busy with warming up a midnight supper for us, all this drinking and no food, no wonder I am coming unglued, well coming being the operative word here.
“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
“ I need ice” he follows me into the kitchen I fill my glass with ice and walk out the French sliding doors out to the stone terrace that overlooks the pool in the backyard.
Tristan follows me and he is impressed
“Wow this is like nirvana, what a way to relax after work”
The whole backyard is illuminated by a stone wall with lights scattered throughout the grounds, my brothers are landscapers they did all of this when I moved back here.
“I t’s so peaceful out here after a grueling day of dealing with men all day, customers attitudes and business in general, present company included” my smile lets him know that I am being my sarcastic self.
Tristan takes his jacket off and puts it on the back of the patio chair; we sit next to one another looking out at the water in the pool.
“Aria this house is you, I have very fond memories of you and I in your old house, oh the meals you made me, dancing in your kitchen, I remember like it was yesterday” Ok he is getting serious again change gears, I take a sip of my vodka, wow we gotta eat, a thought crosses my mind, I take a sip of my grey goose on ice it is cool refreshing so I down the glass and I see Tristan as he just looks me in surprise and wonder.
“H ey are you hungry?” my question is suggestive but anything I say to him comes off that way.
“Hungry for what Aria? ” his is cute and most discerning, that look on his face right now is why I he gets me wet. Damn him after all this time he still pulls at me, but I can’t let him know the effect he has on me, God knows what he will do.
So I give him a goofy look don’t make me hurt you! And try to lighten the mood between us.
“I have something that I think you migh t like” he looks at me with sinister intent.
“Do you now?” oh he is as ever challenging as his sexual innuendo is overflowing and oozing out his every pore.
“Y es and get your mind out of the gutter” I say smiling as I grab my glass and walk back through the French doors to the kitchen.
“C ome on, I will warm it up” he is always quick with his mocking sexual undertones like I said he has teased me sexually and it still has the same effect on me, I am hot and bothered in places he should not have access to.
I fix myself another drink as slice a lime as I get busy with warming up a midnight supper for us, all this drinking and no food, no wonder I am coming unglued, well coming being the operative word here.
“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
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