A Wedding Affair (The Wedding Affair) (63 page)

Ok Luis right this way, he follows me
over to the fitting area which has a crystal chandler over a table and two club chairs on an oriental rug. A three way mirror on the wall is essential for that all over view at every angle and there is a dressing room on either side of the mirrors.

I put him
into one of our large fitting rooms that houses a chair a mirror and a desk, I hang everything for him on the wall hook, he hands me his jacket that is all tattered and torn, his smile is charming, he has these eyes that are always at half mass I call them
bedroom eyes
because franking you just want to take him to your bedroom when he looks at you like that.

“Um I will see if we can fix your tuxedo
, you know repair the seams, but for tonight I hope this will suit your liking?” he smiles at me and I am like a kid in a candy store, well I’m like a kid with her crush in my own store!

I take his jacket from him, it’s from Gucci and the fabric is fantasti
c, see all great minds think alike.

“A
ctually I am sure I can fix this and have it ready for you tomorrow” he looks at me and smiles that killer sexy smile of his, wow I am getting over heated just standing next to him.

“
Aria this is great thank you so much” he goes to undo his belt and I get nervous is he going to undress in front of me! I turn and walk out of the dressing room. Yeah I know a lot of you would have stayed and helped the poor man out of his pants but I have had enough of that this past week. Jeez why are men dropping their pants at my feet this week?

I shut the d
oor behind me, my heart is racing and I hold his jacket close to me wow he smells amazing he wear wait, oh wow he wears Safari by Ralph Lauren, my kind a guy, I always knew he would smell great.

I grab some shears and cut the loose strings from his jacket, wow it is a mess,
I grab a bottle of Safari from the display case. I carry a lot of the high end fragrances for men. I check the label on his jacket yes made in Italy of course, wow the material is simply amazing, I have to say nice cut, good fit on him, but whoever grabbed this sleeve they had only thing on their mind, and wow she must have had one hell of a hold on him, they ripped it and shredded the lining, you can tell they had nails or claws, but I think I can repair this and no one would be the wiser.

He comes out of the dressing room and the pants are a perfect fit,
as I knew they would be, the shirt I have to cut off the tickets and tags, he stands in front of the three way mirror shirt open he is built, his tan chest has no smatter of hair anywhere he must shave it or have it waxed, but wow very nice, he could be a model easy, clothes fit him perfectly. He really brings this suit to life as I stand in front of him and put in the studs one by one. I make my way from his neck down to his waist I am the constant professional I never touch a client and I sure as hell would never abuse the privilege I have been afforded.

I don’t tuck
either, I let the guys tuck their shirts in. I kinda like to watch them do it, I have been known to pull them out, but only if I know them intimately, but mostly I leave that to them. The studs look great they are simple elegant and set the whole shirt, they are your basic removable buttons that go into a tuxedo shirt so you can have any color, shape or style button you like and change the look from simple to daring just by altering different studs.

He tucks in his shirt
in front of me and I fucken melt, it’s the way they do it. I turn because he is wearing black underwear and he’s got a pretty impressive package, and
I don’t need to be seeing this
.

I busy myself with unboxing everything.
I grab the cummerbund and affix it properly at his waste, he is built, his muscles are flexed through his shirt and he smells amazing, no I am not getting wet for him, I just think he is cute and he sings beautifully, there is only one man who gets me wet and I’m not allowed to see him anymore.

Our
eyes meet in the mirror, my brown eyes just melt as his green eyes gaze at him he leans back to adjust the cummerbund, I am behind him, he is so intoxicating, no wonder these women pawed the hell out of him, and tried to rip his clothes off him, look at him, he screams sex from a mile away.

A thought crosses my mind
, I get to reap the rewards and dress him back up, yeah life can’t get any better than this. I give him a shy smile as I continue dressing this gorgeous man, I have almost completed the look.

“
I have the matching cufflinks as well Luis, please allow me, if I may” I stand in front of him and this is what men love when women dress them, it is a whole seduction thing I think, from the tiny hope that I might brush against his skin to the feeling of something moving at his wrist and I don’t touch him, I think that is even hotter, it’s the anticipation. He offers me his wrist as he holds it out to me, I crease back the French cuff with my French tip fingernail on this beautiful French crepe shirt that fits him ever so nice, his arms and his neck bring out the detail, sheer perfection he is a classic forty long, my clothes fit him too well. They hang nicely on him and he is built so they fit and flair where I intended them to. I very carefully adorn the cufflink at his wrist and notice his Omega watch, very nice, he offers me his other wrist and I adorn the other ever so gently without touching him at all. I have to say I love my job, it is fun, sexy, exciting and the perks, hell it doesn’t get any better than this.

He checks
out my handy work and looks at himself in the mirror behind me. Yeah he is easy on the eyes, him in my tuxedo and those bedroom eyes of his, jeez if I wasn’t already getting married and had taken a lover, he sure as hell would be in the running. I stand in front of him holding out the matching black crepe bowtie that I made just a few days ago for this very suit.

“Now Luis are you feeling a Windsor knot or a classic bowtie?” he is handsome and debonair, just simply amazing as our eyes meet in the mirror, hi
s killer sexy smile could get me in trouble but I think I can hold my own, he doesn’t get me like that he is just beautiful to look at.

“You have done such a great job at dressing me this evening I think it’s ladies choice” I walk slowly around him as I ch
eck for tags and stickers or tickets, and he is quite tall, thank goodness I am in six inch stilettos.

“I choose bowtie, I think everyone is coming to see you tonight expecting you in a classic tuxedo”

“May I Luis?” he looks at me with those green bedroom eyes of his and I bite my lip, oh he is so adorable.

“Yes of course Aria please” he nobs, I button the top button of his shirt without touch him, I lift up his collar very slowly.

“Chin up please” his smile is so sexy, he really knows how to work it as he looks at me. I snake the bowtie around his neck and tie it perfectly from point to tip, in a matter of seconds, I turn down the taught humble collar that is not over exaggerated, I think that is what makes this shirt look so sexy, is its subtle, with a simplistic silhouette, but I have to restrain myself, I love pulling bow-ties off of men, I don’t know what it is about them, maybe I think I am pulling a bow loose from a present, but if I could line up twenty guys and run along them and yank them all loose how adorable is that.

“
Aria you are right, so many people get all dressed up, it is like New Year’s Eve at my concerts, it’s a great time, have you ever been to one of my concerts?”

“Sadly I have not, no I work all the time, I hardly have the time to ge
t married which is this weekend?”

“Really Aria, cong
ratulations that is wonderful” I step aside as he looks at himself in the three way mirror. I grab the jacket and hold it out for him as he slips it on; I adjust the shoulder for him and gently roll the lint brush over his shoulders to make sure it is clean and free of any debris. I don’t think anyone is really completely dressed without perfume or cologne so I reach over and pick up the bottle of Safari.

“I believe this is you
, Safari by Ralph Lauren?” he is all smiles and elations and I think he is impressed by the little shop girl.

“
Yes! I don’t even want to know how you knew that” I spray it into the air as he walks into it so it doesn’t stain anything, you really shouldn’t ever spray cologne or perfume on clothing it might leave a stain, it’s best if you simply spray on pulse points and as your body heats it perfumes and permeates, and of course always spray it into the air and walk into it so it hits you and give off a pleasant subtle scent, not one that is over bearing, you should only smell it when you are next to the person not a mile away, that is over bearing and very trashy in my humble opinion.

I put down the bottle on the table between the two club chairs and look a
t my creation, oh wow he is poetry in motion, he looks like a groom, and he will definitely have the audience swooning at his feet.

“Aria you are amaz
ing just perfection gracias senorita”

One last thing I grab the seam ripper and slash open the pockets to the jacket, I always make a
French seam and slip it open for all the customers.it is a finished look to any jacket and gives it that rich detail.

Must not forget ‘
the piesta resistance
’ a white crepe pocket square, that matches his shirt I fold it and tuck it neatly in his breast pocket so an inch or so shows, I stand back and look at what I have thrown together in a little over twenty minutes and even I am amazed how handsome he looks, he walked in tattered and torn in a priceless Gucci tux and is walking out a show stopper, to him he is amazed, for me, it’s Business as Usual.

O
f course there is a knock at my door and I guess he has to go, I am done playing dress up with him. I look over and oh shit it’s Ian! I totally forgot  we are having dinner tonight It slipped my mind well I mean could ya blame me, hot sexy as hell man in need falls at my door I had to tend to him if you had Luis Miguel in your store and got to play dress up with him you would forget your plans too.

“Um speak of the devil that is my fiancé Ian now, would you e
xcuse me please Luis” I walk over to the door and unlock it.

“
Ian hello sweetheart you are not going to believe who is here?” he kisses me hello and takes my hand and follows me into the store and there he is by the bar with his drink in hand, oh wow if he starts smoking a cigarette I will literally fuck him on the bar! 

Gotta go with sexy as hell
as he leans against the bar I am going to combust, he is beyond handsome, it should be illegal to be this attractive and be on the streets, no wonder those women were chasing him, gosh would you let him get away? And a thought occurs to me as I look up at Ian, he is pretty damn special too and he is mine or he will be on Saturday.

“Ian I would like you to meet Mr. Luis
Miguel, Mr. Miguel, Luis, this is my fiancé Ian Bollinger”

Ian looks at me like only you Aria would get to dress him, I am all smiles as they shake hands.

“Very nice to meet you E-ON and you fiancée here has saved the day” Ian snakes his arm about me and kisses my temple.

“Oh I have a feeling you made her day as well
, Aria is a fan of yours you know?” I look at Ian and I have to give accolades to him, he is proud of me, you can hear it in his voice as he holds me close and kisses my temple.

“
Would you two please be my guest tonight at the show” he reaches for the old Gucci jacket and pulls out the V.I.P. passes and hands them to Ian, I look over at them they are like credit cards with Luis Miguel’s photo on it of his new CD that is out.

“Please join me tonig
ht it’s the least I can do” and there is another knock at the door.

“That will probably be my people now?”
he says, I look at the door and there is an entourage of people at the door.

“Ian would excuse me please?” Ian lets me go as I walk over to the door.

“Yes of course” I walk over to the door and unlock it and there are easily ten people or more who walk in two impeccable blond women speaking to one another in Spanish both tall and dressed in sharp black suits. There are ten men
in black suits talking into mic’s and they all walk pass me. I lock the door back up and they all see that Luis is ok as they sigh in relief, and smiles comes over their faces.

“Can I get anyone a drink” Ian join me at the bar and we open a bottle of champagne fill
and some glasses.

“I want to thank you Aria for all of your help this eveni
ng and please I want you two to be my guest tonight at the show” I look at Ian and he has the same silly grin on his face I have on mine.

“Yes of course we wouldn’t miss it for the world” I
an knows that this is like the ultimate for me to go and see Luis Miguel because I never got to see him, came close a couple times but never worked out for me.

“One of the blond ladies hands me a credit card for the suit”

“No this is my treat no” Luis walks over to us and take the card out of her hand and puts it in mine.

“No I can’t allow you to do this, no please I insist” he pushes the card at me and I process the sal
es and issue them a receipt.