My Sexy Awakening

Greek God

Sunday morning was a beautiful sunny day. After breakfast, I headed straight to Chestnut Park with my novel of choice. As soon as I sat under the oak tree, my cell started to vibrate. I checked it, and it was a text from Paul.

Yesterday was the best dinner date of my life. I loved my gifts (you are both a pie genius and a playlist goddess). I appreciate that you took the time to hand-paint the box too. I enjoyed your company immensely, and I opened up as I never did before. But I promised I would share something else with you, so keep posted.

Yes. That was true; Paul promised a picture. I do not care how he looks, and I mean it. But curiosity is eating me alive. So I decided to share my thoughts with Paul.

Regardless of your looks, it won't change how I feel about you. I already like you anyway. You are stuck with me. Sorry.

Two minutes later, two pictures arrived. The first was a selfie that showed Paul's face and what a face it was. Perfect. He had wavy dark hair contrasting with his tanned skin and deep blue eyes. His features were delicate but manly. He had an angular face and a shadow of a beard that gave him a sort of bad boy look. The second picture made me grasp for air. The man is a freaking Greek God. V line, eight pack, toned muscles. Whole package. Kill me now. I do not stand any chance with him. It is clear why he got so much female attention, and he was married to a Barbie girl. This is not going to work. He should be dating models, not nerdy journalists.

Andrea? Please say something…

Andrea? If you keep ignoring me, I will jump over the fence.

I could not find the courage to tell him how I felt. I wanted to be sincere, but I did not know if I wanted to pour my insecurities on a text. A few minutes later, my cellphone rang.

-Hi darling. You are worrying me. Why didn't you answer my texts?

-Hi Paul. It's complicated. It's just that… Mmmm. I mean, gosh…

-Andrea, you do not have to like what you see. I can take it, OK?

-No, Paul, it is just the opposite.

-What do you mean "the opposite"?

-You are fu*king perfect, Paul, OK? You are kind, generous, sweet, and in addition to all that, you look like the Dolce and Gabbana model, and if a modeling agency ever casts me, it will be to sell books, not perfume, clothes, or cars. You look like a celebrity, and I look like a boring librarian.

-A very sexy librarian, you are a wet dream darling…

-I do not know about that. You will probably always be surrounded by women desperate to get your attention. I was cheated on repeatedly by the only serious boyfriend I ever had because of my lack of s*x appeal, and I just recovered from that. When I saw your pictures, all my insecurities took over.

-Perfect, ah? I just googled the Dolce and Gabbana model, and he really looks like me, Andrea. It is so weird that I never realized it before. So do you think I am perfect?

-Really, Paul? That's all you got from what I said?

-I am teasing you, darling. First, let me remind you of something. Your ex cheated on you because he is a f*****g selfish liar and an i***t, and, if I might add, because he did not value how amazing you are. End of story. Now, going back to my alleged perfection, it is funny that I felt the same way when I got to know you. There is no doubt in my mind that you are gorgeous. And it is true, over the years, I have had my fair share of attractive women. But that's not what makes you you. When I started talking to you, I thought, well, Andrea is a stunning, brilliant woman, not a shallow b***h like my ex. She does not care about money, power, or looks. I am fried. What would she like about me?

-You are kidding, right? I told you I do not care about looks, but you do, Paul. You really do. I stand no chance. I am not a Barbie; my t**s and butt are natural, I eat plenty of carbs, and I never go to the hairdresser. Why would you find me attractive?

-You are wrong, darling. I have a powerful attraction to you. You are the only woman I can think about. This is crazy; I have never met you, I never even touched you. Yet, I am already obsessed with you. Can you imagine what will happen when I meet you in person?

-Do you mean it Paul?

-I do, darling, OK? I promise you that no woman I met in my life caught my attention the way you do. Are we fine?

-OK, but for the sake of full disclosure, I will text you a link to my webpage, so you can see my work and read about my background.

-Are you aware that this is not a job interview, Andrea?

-I am well aware, Paul. However, my job is an essential part of my life and, as you said, I am more than my looks.

-Fair enough. I will also send you a link to the profile that appears on the webpage of my company. Full disclosure here too. So finally, we will learn our respective full names.

-Yes, we will. Thank you, Paul, for listening to my concerns.

-Anytime darling, anytime.

What is it about this man who seems to calm me down every time I become anxious for any reason? He has a fantastic way of controlling my body and emotions that scares me. I went to the profile he just sent me. BA from Princeton, MBA from Harvard, youngest CEO of a transnational telecommunications holding ever, billionaire, philanthropist. The guy was the whole package. I googled him right away "Paul A. MacMillian." And there it was: a picture of Barbie and Ken. She was stunning, and they looked good together. I then googled her. Recently she appeared at several functions with different men, including Paul's ex-best friend. What a bit*h!