I surveyed myself in the mirror once more and was happy with what I saw there. It bothered me a bit that I was so concerned with how I appeared to someone I'd never met, but that was the way I felt. My daily exercising paid off, and at forty six, I still had it together. Jogging every morning and going to the gym certainly paid off. The muscular image looking at me from the mirror was not one to be ashamed of.
It had been a spur of the moment decision to see Alex, a favor to his father, who had been on the wrestling team with me back in college. How many years ago? It seemed like yesterday. I'd read about the boy in the papers as he gained fame as a wrestler, but our paths had never crossed.
I was taken aback when I opened the door and saw him. Alex was in town to check out the state university, where he would probably enroll as a freshman in the fall. He had curly black hair and smoldering black eyes, reflecting his Greek ancestry. When he smiled, my heart raced. This young man was exactly my type, and the grin brightening his entire face excited me. As we exchanged looks, the air was charged with electricity. We both felt the instant chemistry.
"Mr. Sinclair?" he asked, extending his hand. "I'm Alex Pappos. My dad called you about me."
I was so turned on by his exquisite face and full, fleshy mouth that I could barely mumble, "Yeah . . . yeah, Alex. Come on in."