The bidding started and my sugar daddy, the Stetson man, waited for the particular piece of art he wanted. The bidding was very exciting and, of course, he won yet another famous work of art. Later, we were invited to a private “Members Only” restaurant for a wonderful meal and my Stetson man wanted to know when the most-wanted Bill Mack works would be auctioned. As the Stetson man talked to one of the gallery owners, I locked eyes with this other man several times. I could tell this particular gallery owner would be very interesting to try to get to know. Everyone talked about how wealthy he was and how he traveled the world looking for art. I could tell that he could eat me with a spoon—I tucked that thought away in case I needed to have another man pay attention to my needs.
You can’t help but feel special when you are in the presence of world-renowned, art loving people. They have an eye for beauty and, between the Stetson man’s admirers and the eyes on me, it made me feel like we were characters in a movie, although a porn movie was more like what played in my head at times.
I excused myself from the table and headed in the direction of the ladies’ room. I was almost at the restroom door when I locked eyes with one of the most beautiful older men I had ever seen. He was much older, tanned, very tall, and extremely well dressed. He reminded me of a Greek god. He simply took my breath away. We had been surrounded by beautiful pieces of art all evening, and this man would have fit perfectly into the gallery.
I was slightly embarrassed when I caught myself literally staring at him, but I felt better when I saw him smile at me. I giggled to myself in the ladies room. I wasn’t a little schoolgirl, but it had been a long time since I had felt the way I did when I saw him.
When I walked out of the ladies’ room, the gorgeous man was standing nearby. As he casually walked past me, he handed me his business card. He quickly and quietly instructed me to call his private line and leave my number. I was a bit taken back. I did, however, reach for the business card. I safely tucked it into my purse and walked back to the table where the Stetson man was eagerly waiting for me.