Lace and ivory graced the bride, everyone's perfect picture of what the day should be. She glowed for her groom as she smiled for pictures and greeted her guests. I walked through the line, saying hello to the bridal party, most of whom I already knew. Shaking the hand of the Maid of Honor, I looked up into the most beautiful green eyes. They captured my attention as she pulled me into a hug.
"It's nice to finally meet you, Mina. Jenna has told me about her favorite cousin," she said to me.
I gazed at her, seeing, yet not comprehending. She held an attraction for me. It had to be her eyes. "Oh? You must be Rachel! Jenna has really loved your help on the wedding. I only wish I knew in advance I was going to be here for it. I'm glad I made it though...it's been a beautiful day."
"It has been," Rachel said, looking at the line backing up behind me. I felt compelled to stay and talk to her but I merely smiled.
"I'll catch up with you inside," I heard in my voice. "I'd love to, um, hear about all the fun I've missed." With a smile, she nodded and turned her attention to the person behind me. I caught her glancing at me as I hugged Jenna and her new husband, eager to search her out later.
What am I thinking? I just got over my last bad relationship: a guy who thought of me as his own personal little maid. I'm straight! Why am I looking at this woman like she might be the best thing in my life? Damn it!
I wandered past the bar, ordering a glass of Shiraz and greeting people I knew before finding my table. Jenna was my favorite cousin. We grew up together, even going to the same town for college so we could room together. Jobs took us to different states, daily emails filling the gaps in our conversations. I was supposed to be in the wedding party. My stupid job blocked my availability. I was here on a fluke, finding a few days between mergers and presentations to drive the three hours. I'm glad I didn't miss it.
The DJ announced the new Mr. and Mrs. Pitkin. A flurry of activity, clapping, and a toast followed. Everything was well orchestrated, flowing from one thing to another. I barely remember eating, but I must have. Jenna and Rob had their first dance and all of the other traditions fell into place.
I was sipping on my third glass of wine when Rachel found me sitting at my table, watching the dance floor.
"How's it been sitting on this side of the bridal table?" she asked, sitting in the chair next to me. I glanced over, and she apologized. "Oh, that was tactless of me, I'm sorry. I know you wanted to be in the wedding party."
With a smile, I eased her fears. "It's ok. I'm not angry at anyone other than my work for that. I'm just glad I was able to be here for the wedding. Jen and Rob mean the world to me."
Relaxing, Rachel leaned back in her chair. The long slit in her dress exposed her feminine legs and I had a hard time taking my eyes off the line leading higher. I looked up to find her eyes inquisitively staring back. "Are you staying over at the Carlysle with the other out-of-towners?"
I nodded over my wine. "Yeah. Jenna offered to let me stay with her, but I didn't want to be in the way, so I grabbed a room from the block they had reserved. Unfortunately, all they had left was one of the Jacuzzi suites."
"Mm, I wondered who was going to end up in those. I was tempted to get one myself for tonight. The thought of lying in the tub, relaxing. Especially after dancing in heels!" She laughed and it sounded like the tinkling of bells.
A wicked thought ran through my mind. "Why don't you stop over and use mine? The hotel even dropped off a basket of fizzy things and such to use in it. I couldn't possibly use all of them. I could stop on the way over and pick up some wine and snacks if you like. With everything you've done for Jenna, it's the least I can do!"
"I think I'll take you up on that offer. I need to run home and grab a few things. The last thing I want to do is put this dress and heels back on after relaxing. Hell, I don't even want to put the corset back on for a while." She winked then disappeared, off to help Jenna get changed for her honeymoon trip. It was then that I realized I had stopped breathing.
Damnit, I thought. I wish I had asked what kind of wine she liked. I grabbed a nice red and a white, a couple of real glasses, corkscrew and some snacks. A platter of fruit and cheese with crackers should do it. What does one snack on when they are figuring out if they want to lick a pussy? DAMNIT! Why was I thinking that? I paid for my basket of things and headed back to the hotel, pulling in just in front of Rachel. I had stayed at the reception to help pick up a little bit, and it seems to have put me a bit late back to my room.
Juggling the packages, I walked over to Rachel's car, watching as she stepped out still in her formalwear. In her heels, she was taller than me. Hell, barefoot and in a hole she'd still be taller than me. "Mmm...what all did you get? I forgot to tell you I don't like junkfood." She peered in the bags, her face inches from mine.
"I didn't know what kind of wine you like, so I got a red and a white," I said, keeping my voice even, though I could smell the sweet hints of her skin. "For snacks I picked up some fruit, cheese, and crackers. Will that work?"
She grinned at me. "Perfectly. Let's go find that tub, shall we?" With a quick motion, she pulled her bag from the car and we headed up to my room.
The tub was part of the bedroom, although there was a semi-private sitting area where I figured I'd hide with my glass, or maybe bottle, of wine and my laptop. I hated to do work while I was supposed to be relaxing, but I also didn't want to get caught gaping at her.