Greek God by Flora Ferrari

After a bad break-up over the holidays I head to Greece to get away from it all.

Once I step off the plane I realize it really is all Greek to me.Especially him.Who’s that Greek God who’s an absolute Adonis? He’s staring at me like he wants to cover me in tzatziki sauce and lick off every square inch.And who’s that little goddess who’s holding onto his pinky finger?Like an oracle, he sees I’m lost and extends an olive branch.And immediately this mythical man and his daughter have me philosophizing if this could turn into something much bigger.

Like his chest muscles that look like they’re sculpted from marble…or those big blue eyes of his that are as clear as the Aegean Sea…or that bulge in his pants that’s sticking out like Mount Olympus.This Spartan single dad has me in unorthodox positions, tossing me around like a Greek salad as I turn into a nympho for him.But now it’s time to go home and my head is spinning like the windmills on Mykonos. Will this odyssey end up like so many Greek tragedies…or will I become the Aphrodite to this Adonis with our very own big, fat Greek wedding?