I arrived in the Greek God’s hotel room, finally alone. We were supposed to be on a romantic getaway, but I had just spent the car ride from the airport to the hotel in a limo full of businessmen. I missed my older man, the Stetson man, at home; he had no idea what I was doing—he thought I was visiting my best friend Tori. I dialed the Stetson man’s number.
When he phoned earlier, I could not answer his call in the limo, with the Greek God and his business associates within earshot. The Stetson man answered after only a few rings. We spoke briefly. Thankfully, he wasn’t any more attentive than he had been since returning from his mysterious trip to Europe. He was pleasant enough, but I hung up realizing I was where I needed to be. I would find a way to enjoy the Greek God’s attention, but mostly the money from the “scholarship fund” that was conveniently being deposited into my bank account.
I looked around the room. It was beautiful, as are most presidential suites. There were several vases filled with colorful flowers, all in full bloom. I noticed a bright yellow envelope leaning up against the largest vase. I picked up the sealed card and reached into my handbag to retrieve the Tiffany & Co. letter opener the Stetson man had gifted me several years back. I carried this sterling silver letter opener in my purse to open the numerous cards he gave me. I never knew what to expect with the cards, some were intimate, some humorous, some sexually explicit, but what they all had in common were the personal sentiments he wrote in each.
The letter opener had become the most practical gift I received. I smiled as I read the front of the card. I smiled even more when a $10,000 Louis Vuitton gift card fell out onto the night table. My thoughts drifted back to a place in time with the Stetson man. He had been in Washington, as usual, for a business trip. The Stetson man was very much aware of my love of history and politics. He had made sure we had reservations at my favorite hotel, the Willard, in downtown DC. I went to all of the tourist sites in the area, and with his credentials, we were granted access to the White House. But this was just the beginning of the trip…