The Stetson man was still in Europe, and I still had no contact with him. I convinced myself that he was showing the barber a great time—after all, he did cheat on me with her. The Greek God kept phoning. I didn’t answer—all I could hear in the back of my mind was Smack telling me that he had multiple mistresses and that I was just another one of them. So, I decided that if I was going to keep this man’s attention, I had to make him think he was going to have to work for my attention.
The night I spent dancing and gambling with the Greek God made me realize that the universe might be providing me with a sugar daddy replacement for the Stetson man. I don’t believe in coincidences—everything happens for a reason. The Greek God’s world was a big, new world and I just might be willing to walk right in. Playing this game was going to be a stretch, but if I played my cards right, I would come out the winner.
There was a knock at the door. I opened it, and there stood a little man behind the biggest bouquet of mixed flowers I had ever seen. Each one of the flowers had rhinestones in them. I couldn’t wait to see what this was about. As I read the card, my mind raced. “Princess, allow me to make your dreams come true.” I hadn’t been taking the Greek God’s calls, so he got my attention with gifts, a huge bouquet of flowers, to be exact. I was impressed. I tipped the delivery man and smiled as I set the flowers down on my coffee table. I spent the rest of the morning looking at the flowers and thinking about the Greek God. It was the first time in weeks I wasn’t sweating over the Stetson man.
Later in the day, I decided I would finally answer the call from the Greek God. He asked if I had received anything today. I smiled to myself and thanked him. I explained the flowers were beautiful. In return, he expressed his interest in seeing me and talking in person. As I listened to him, I knew in my gut that I shouldn’t be acting so available. I told him that I had plans for the next few days, but by the weekend was open. He was delighted. “It’s a date then,” he said. The Greek God explained that I would again hear from his secretary, or as he said, “My administrative assistant.”
I tried to keep myself busy over the next couple of days. I couldn’t overthink this—but I had to be ready with a well-laid plan to use on this guy. He wasn’t just the average, run of the mill man. He owned a pro ball team and could be with anyone he wanted. At this point in time, it seemed he wanted me, and I was going to make sure that he continued to want me. I was going to prove to myself, and to Smack, that I could tame this man. And besides, this kept me too busy to think about the Stetson man.
The phone call from the Greek God’s secretary came with full instructions. I was to be at the airport at a specific time, dressed casually for the flight. The Greek God was meeting me at the airport with a surprise planned…