The patience of the Universe

The feeling is mutual, Eda Yildiz-6

The dinner with Ender bey and his wife was a full success, Eda was wearing a tiny light pink gingham dress and sandals that she immediately pulled off when she saw that Firuze hanim, Ender's wife was a barefoot hippie in a white linen dress and big hat with cornflowers. It was eerie how they clicked at first sight, but it was logical, Firuze hanim was basically a blond version of Ayfer hala. So it was like a home match for Eda, arriving she conjured up a tiny pastel flower bouquet in a bowel from her bag, she had collected the flowers and mussels on her walk. Firuze hanim placed it on her sideboard as if it was the most precious gift she ever received and the rest was like coming home to family, Eda sat on the ground and played with their 4 year old till he was taken away by the nanny and we moved to dinner. How was she managing to make this all so easy, I was barely able to take my eyes off her, we were playing a game here but nothing she was doing was looking fake, even the kid hugged her tight calling her Eda abla as he was taken away. Obviously it was not possible, not to fall for her. Here I was in the house of a customer, I was barely knowing, feeling like family and unbelievably comfortable, where was that Serkan Bolat who was always looking forward to go home, to be alone finally, this grinning idiot that was looking back at me from the mirror across the room was not able to relate.

Later the conversation at the table wa sailing smoothly mainly lead by the women where Eda dropped compliments here and there for me and my artful decision-making. I was astonished by this unpretentious but effective advertisement, opening naturally the topic of the project and making it possible after so many months to discuss and decide a lot of details that we were stuck before. At the end I could see how Ender bey was less tense about my suggestions and even gave his approval to the key decision that would finally finish the project. I never had expected this much of one dinner but we were leaving like we were family, the ladies hugging eachother with promises to meet up in Istanbul and maybe have a project together.

In the car I said „So, you're even making possibilities for yourself. Smart move, she has several top notch projects too."

„I was making conversation, do you really think, I'm trying to place myself?"

Her relaxed demnour completely flipped, she sat straight, her smile disappearing from her face. Oh God, I had managed to make her unhappy in a second and also did not thank her, what even was I doing?

„There is nothing wrong with that, I was just saying that all these connections you are making will benefit you professionally beside our agreement, i guess refusing to take my money, you were going for this, making experiences and connections in the industry, were't you?!"

There it was again, I had destroyed every feeling of closeness, the temperature fell abruptly and it was not the A/C.

She turned her head away  and watched the road from her window in silence and her stern profile was giving me pain. Why was it giving me pain, why was I enjoying her laugh and voice like a junkie that couldn't get enough of it?!

Arriving at the hotel, she proceeded to our suit without waiting for me, giving me a hard time following her.

Reaching the suit, she just disappeared into her room without a word, closing the door behind her. So her shift was over and I was not even getting a good night wish?!

I nocked at her door, she opened just a slit. Her one eye brow raised. I was loving that eye brow!

„I actually had ordered Champagne, it's on the balcony. I... I wasn't meaning like that... I wasn't meaning to come over this..."

„Rude?" she asked. „You know what, this, accompanying you to business trips where Selin is not involved is not really a part of our deal, and as nice as the day was, I would ask you, not to expect that from me ever again!"

„The contract says you have to accompany me to business trips wherever whenever" i was surprised by the loudness of my voice. She had opened the door fully and crossed her arms, my effect on her was undeniable, she was immediately in fight mode.

I lowered my voice „Can you now just come out to the balcony and look at the gorgeous night so I don't need to feel like an total asshole."

„You are an total asshole, Serkan Bolat, and I hate you!" she said following me out.

„The feeling is mutual, Eda Yildiz!" I said handing her a glass.

We both were not able to contain our laughs, she grabbed the glass, emptied it with a big gulp „I still hate you!"

„How am I going to lead my life from now on, knowing this?!"

„You'll function till you need a motor oil change"

I poured her another one, „ I was perfectly fine till you came in like a wrecking ball, and I will be fine again, when you leave." as the words escaped my mouth, a chilly feeling covered me.

„Yes that glory day is near, your mom will throw a party." she turned away looking at the stars.

I was watching her, how she was standing there, her face lit up by the moon, her hair falling in waves on her back, the little sleeve of her dress had dropped from her shoulder that was shining and revealing a dimple over her shoulder bone. I was fixated on the point and reached out to touch it with my thumb. Her skin was cool and soft almost silky. She startled and turned her head, our eyes met and we froze in time. Was it her eyes or how she looked at my mouth, I can't say retrospectively but a second later I found myself reaching for her chin and pressing my mouth against hers, I literally clawed her face in hunger. Her respond was equally raw, I felt her hands at the back of my head, shoulders, back, nails digging into the fabric of my shirt. I did not know where our glasses were gone, pressing myself against her, her mouth opening in a moan, her tongue meeting mine, my arms reaching, my hands trying to touch her everywhere, bring her closer, we stumbled, stepped lost around and fell back on one of the seats, she sitting on my lap. My shirt was suddenly open, I heard my buttons hit the floor from distance, there was no feeling other than her hands on my naked skin and her tongue dancing against mine. My hands on her bare thighs shoving up her dress and cupping her asscheeks pressing my erection further against her, how was this feeling this good, where were I ending and where was she beginning, I lost my orientation, my breath speeding up against her moans when her grinding paused abruptly, like waking up from a trance, i felt how her body tensed, her hands, mouth stopped, I let off her, hard breathing she sat up and when our eyes met, she hopped on her feet and run over to her room.

It all happened in mere minutes, still half lying on the balcony seat and trying to catch my breath it dawned to me what we were almost doing.

Grabbing a tee and sliding into my shoes I left he suit, since then I was running up and down the beach. Half trying to suppress the urge to knock on her door and just continue where we were because i could not erase the felling of her in my arms, i needed more and was obviously not done but mostly because I did not know how we were gonna continue from here.