The Wedding Planner (Jelsa)

Chapter 3

"So is there any particular element of the wedding that you want to focus on?" I ask, my eyes looking up to meet his, quickly trying to divert the previous conversation.

"Well actually there is one part that I am very nervous about." He says, rubbing his hand behind his neck, a typical gesture that I have learnt to associate with either nervousness or awkwardness, his face seems to be a mixture of both though. I gesture my hand, gesturing for him to continue and his nervousness suddenly seems to be replaced with a glint of cheekiness and wickedness in his eyes.

He gets out of his seat, his small steps over to my side of the table seemingly like eagerly awaited long strides, that took minutes to get over but in reality was only a couple of seconds.

"Dance with me?" His voice comes out in a husky, deep tone, his voice suggestive even though his offer is completely innocent and one that I should not read into, if there is a hidden meaning behind his word at all or whether it is just a figment of my imagination, a secret hope or desire for there to be the hidden meaning behind his words.

He bows in front of me, gesturing his hand out awaiting for mine to entwine into his and join him in a dance. True gentleman fashion, if I do say so myself. I place my hand in his, him instantly pulling me up from my chair and placing me close to his chest, my body instantly sinking into his embrace and instantly craving his warmth. He whisks me onto the distance, my body seemingly instantly relaxing into his, something I find strange considering I've never felt this comfortable with somebody that I have only known for a short period of time, but the connection we seem to share is like a magnet, a pull that seemingly keep bringing me to him.

His hand rests of my waist, the music fading and travelling to my death ears as it just becomes part of the background, my mind only focusing on his hand on my waist and my head resting on his chest, the steady heartbeat calming me.

He pulls me closer, clutching me close to my chest as his hand linger on the back of my spine, a shock of electricity flowing through my veins. His breath lingers on my neck as I snuggle into him closer. His touch is addictive, the way he runs is thumb up and down my back and the way he holds me close like he never wants to let me go. The breath on my neck makes me think of what it would be like for him to kiss me, slowly making his way down my body, his hand roaming more than they are now.

I snap out of my un-pure thoughts, as my eyes travel up to meet his, his face looking down to me with a wide smile on his face. I gaze into his eyes, my eyes flickering, trying to read his expression. His eyes are like a wall, stopping me from staring deeper and uncovering what he is trying to hide.

"You seem to be a natural." I say, my voice laced with admiration. "Are you sure you've never danced before, because you just automatically followed my footsteps, I didn't even have to direct you with instructions of what to do." He smiles, not saying anything and I roll my eyes. He clearly knows how to dance, his lack of response being a clear indication that he was lying about not knowing how to dance.

"Elsa, honey!" A shrill voice rings in the distance, my head instantly snapping up, and my body retracting from Jack's warm embrace. He lets me go, his eyes lace with a sense of hurt due to my quick moment of retraction, an instant response but who can blame me when I know instantly whose voice breaks up the moment. In front of me stands the very cousin of mine that is the fiancee to such a handsome specimen, Rapunzel. The distance between us meant a regaining of my professional persona, which flicked back on like a switch as soon as her voice cut between us, and our clear intimate moment, a moment we shouldn't be having as a professional and a client that is arranged to be wed.

"Rapunzel!" I say, delight evident in my tone as I stretch my arms out to her indicating to her to bring herself in for a hug, a gesture that she happily obliges to. I pear over her shoulder, Jack staring at the two a conflicted look on his face, but I ignore it and embrace her hug. Her hugs have always been something I loved, something I have much missed in our time apart.

"Rapunzel you made it." She nods her head, her smile widening when her eyes land on Jack. "Sorry I'm late, I thought I wouldn't be able to make it, but one of my clients cancelled on me so I thought I'd come help Jack to go over the wedding details with you. Did you two get to know each other?" She says, an innocent smile on her face as she looks between the two of us. We both share a glance, knowing not to speak of the sexual tension that there seems to be between us two.

"Indeed we did." Jack says, his voice being completely innocent, but his sly wink saying otherwise, Rapunzel thankfully being oblivious to his teasing charm.

"Great." She says before turning to me, resting her arm on mine. "I saw you two dancing, thanks for teaching him Elsa we tried and he kept stepping on my feet." She chuckles at his remark, and try to hide my shock. He had no problem dancing with me, it was almost like we fit like two puzzle pieces against each other. I shake away my thoughts and turn my attention to the two, leading them back to our table as I begin to go over the wedding plans with the both of them. Today is going to be a long day.