Saturday morning finally arrived—I was going to meet the Greek God in his city again for another date. I had another to-do list that I checked off in pink highlighter to make sure I didn’t miss anything. The page was full of pink.
I drove to the airport with a nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach. It had been far too long since I had any contact with the Stetson man. I was sad about where our relationship had ended up. I had no idea what he was doing or thinking, or who he was even with for that matter. It was the worst possible position to be in and I was acting on the unknown.
Inside the small lobby of the private airport, a pilot walked up to me and confirmed I was indeed who he thought I was—they were expecting me. Besides, there were no other passengers around, so he obviously knew it was me. He took my luggage and guided me toward the Greek God’s Gulfstream jet. We boarded. He explained anything and everything I would possibly need to know for the next few hours. And with that he was gone, closing the cabin door behind him. I would not see the pilot or co-pilot again until we landed.
I sat alone inside the Greek God’s cold leather clad plane. I was alone, really alone with my thoughts the next few hours. The flight was smooth and uneventful. However, my head was spinning. We ended up landing a lot sooner than I was ready for. I was still nervous. If I could just figure out what the Stetson man was doing and with whom, I’d have a better idea of what to do next—I would know if I should seriously start working on making the Greek God my new sugar daddy.
The co-pilot took my hand and helped me down the steps of the plane and passed me off to the Greek God, who was waiting for me on the ground. Once again, he was dressed to the nines. And again, he smelled incredible. He had on a white linen shirt tucked out, light denim jeans, and Prada loafers. He looked as if he had walked right out of a chic magazine advertisement for a men’s cologne. I liked it; it helped put me at ease.
He immediately motioned for my luggage to be sent in another direction. We were loaded into an airport courtesy vehicle and sped off in the opposite direction. I was confused, but I would quickly find out that the Greek God had quite a surprise in store for me for this date…