The next morning, I awoke to the sound of a doorbell. My Greek God ordered breakfast. He was one sight to see, wearing his jeans and a white dress shirt with the buttons undone. I couldn’t help but feel like I was in some dream. “Good morning, princess. I thought you would enjoy breakfast in bed.” He smiled and brought a tray to the bed. Everything was just perfect. Plus, I was starving after our night together.
After I finished eating, I told him that I was going to take a shower. He nodded his head and I walked very slowly to the bathroom—I wanted him to see my body.
This bathroom was big enough to be a spa. After stepping into the shower, I heard the Greek God step into the bathroom. The only way to explain his body would be extremely tanned, muscular, and just plain sexy—at this moment, it was also all mine. I couldn’t believe how attracted I was to this man. It was truly hard to believe that he was as old as he was. He clearly took great care of himself.
He stood there and watched my every move, from drying my hair to putting on my makeup. I watched him in the mirror. Every so often, we exchanged smiles. I was finally put together when he said, “Come in here when you are finished. I want to talk to you.”
When I entered the living room area, he had a serious expression on his face. I had no idea what was going to be said, but whatever it was, it seemed to be very important. He started talking and it became clear why it was so serious. “Princess, you have no idea how much I’ve enjoyed meeting you and last night was wonderful. What I’m about to tell you is very important. How you handle this news will determine how much we see each other. First, I realize you never ask me any questions. I like that about you.” I made a mental note to myself. I had done nothing but ask the Stetson man questions throughout our relationship.
I knew exactly where this conversation with the Greek God was going, but I wanted to hear it for myself. I needed to know what he had to say, or rather, what he had to offer me…