“Then why are we in your kitchen? It’s such a nice kitchen!” She looked so excited about everything in this house that a part of me just wanted to ask her to move in with me and be done with it. I thought of her tiny apartment and wondered if it would, in fact, be worth finding her a better place to stay. I highly doubted she would be okay with it, though.
“We are here because I marinated some steaks earlier that we will take outside and grill.”
I opened the fridge and looked around for a suitable beverage to offer her. She had said she liked beer, so I had gotten her some Belgian Ale, but perhaps she would want wine since she was dressed all seductive. It suited the role she was currently playing.
“Beer is fine,” she said, noticing my hesitation. “Thanks, I didn’t even think you kept any in your place!”
“I don’t.” I shrugged. “But since you were coming over–”
“Thank you Zayden.”
“And I did something else you might appreciate,” I said removing the steaks from the fridge. “I marinated the steak in curry powder. Thought it would give you your kick.”
The look on her face right now was worth all the curry powders in the whole world. She looked absolutely delighted, like she couldn’t believe that someone would do that for her.
“What?” I grinned.
“When was the last time you cooked?”
“I don’t remember,” I said honestly. “I never have to and don’t have the time anyway. My chef does an excellent job without my interference.”
“Then why are you cooking – or grilling I guess – now?”
“Because, Aria…” I spoke like I was explaining two plus two equals four to a very difficult infant. “I really like you.”
Her cheeks blushed so hard upon hearing those words that they almost matched her lipstick. “I... I really like you too.”
I raised my eyebrows quizzically. “Really? I never quite got that from you, based on the fact that you were trying to break the contract only a month ago, so that you could get as far away from me as physically possible.”
“It wasn’t like that,” she said, the joy from before beginning to wane from her face. “You know what it was about. I have never answered to anyone in my life before, Zayden, not even my parents. So I just don’t have a way to deal with somebody trying to control me other than cut them off.”
“Did it ever occur to you–” I cut myself off mid-sentence, realizing what a waste it would be to get into this right now. “Never mind, let’s not dwell on this now. Let’s go outside.”
I offered her my hand – and she struggled before deciding to take it – and escorted her towards the balcony. “Close your eyes,” I said on the way there. “And no cheating, Aria. I’ll know if you cheat and if you do your mother’s bill might not get paid.”
She stopped walking and looked at me with a slight hint of annoyance mixed with amusement. “Is that what it is going to be from now on? ‘Oh Aria, breathe at rhythmic intervals of .05 seconds, or your mother’s bill might not get paid!’”
“Just close your eyes. Trust me, you will like this!”
After a brief moment she finally did and I reached for her hand again. When we were at the balcony, I said, “Now open.”
She gasped loudly; I was sure all the neighbors in a five-mile radius could hear. “What – what did you – why?” Her eyes were starting to tear up.
I had the whole balcony decorated with heart-shaped red balloons and scented candles, and in the middle was a table with her favorite bottle of champagne and two chairs underneath a crystal chandelier. It was like Valentine’s Day had thrown up all over the balcony. We were facing the view of the mountain with a beautiful lake on its foothills. The scene was as romantic as it could get, and Aria’s tears and inability to form a complete coherent sentence was what convinced me that I had done it. I had won.
“You did all of this for me? By yourself?” she asked when she could finally speak properly again.
“Do you see anyone else here?” I lied and shrugged. I had thought of it, so I did have some say.
“Oh Zayden!” she said and threw herself at me, almost knocking out the steaks I was holding in my left hand. I tried to carefully place them by the grill, but it was difficult to move because Aria was holding on to me tightly. After I finally managed to place them away, I drew her closer for a proper embrace and stroked her hair. “Do you really like it that much?” I said grinning, very pleased with myself.
“You just want to hear me say it, don’t you?” she mumbled against my chest. “Yes, Zayden. I like it that much. This is hands down the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me. Or anyone I know. Not even Nick for Stacey.”
“Great, I have outdone a nerdy little kid, I should be proud of myself.”
“Shut up, I am in the middle of a very special hug with a very special guy, let me enjoy this,” she mumbled.
We stood there holding each other for a long time.