Free Love Struck by P. M. Thomas Page B

all completely
speechless and completely breathless in true wonder at her sheer beautiful
magnificence and sheer captivating energy shining so passionately and so
compellingly. She was a phenomenal diva, a incredible great, and a spectacular
sensation, the most extremely greatest star to exceedingly dazzle, exceedingly
sparkle and exceedingly enchant the whole world of cinema. He stood by his
belief the art of film was so immensely fortunate the splendid and momentous
day its cameras were graced with the true majestic, true elegant, true stylish
goddess with the most absolutely divine name that was hers, the one and only:
Sara Sarracini.
    “We had a lot of enjoyment making it,
I hope you enjoy watching it. It's a fun movie. Outdoes the first one by a
milestone in my opinion. Which says a lot, because I love 'A Tender Madness' so
much, it was a delightful experience, my first taste of business and pleasure
blended together.”
    “Great. I've seen the first film many
times, you were outstanding in it. So sexy and so dominating, the way you
seduced the main character in your swimsuit was the stuff of teenage dreams.”
Paulo could picture one stupendous frame of her that stood out from all the
rest in the film within his captivated mind's eye. “Not to mention the sight of
you in that sexy two piece bikini. Oh, and the best of it all, the love making
scene at sea, in the middle of a raging tide on the rocks.”
     
    Sara found it wonderful to hear him
talking fondly about her film, and complimentary he was enthralled at her
exalted womanliness on screen. “I'm glad you liked the film so much. It's nice
to know that I'm still the subject of young men's fantasies.”
    “You're much more than a sexual
fantasy to me. You amaze me like a mortal man admiring and idolizing a true
goddess of pure beauty on this earth, you are truly Aphrodite.”
    Sara giggled shyly. She had been
called many beautiful things and compared to many beautiful people, but to be
considered the great goddess of love and beauty herself, that one took the
first place in sweet talking. “You're just saying that.”
    “No, I'm serious, you're a living
work of art.”
    She could feel a compliment overload
from Paulo. No other fan had showered her with sweet words as him. “Stop, stop,
you're going to make me go bright red.” Sara blushed, her face was redder than
the brightest of roses. “Too late.”
    Paulo smiled sweetly at her. He was
no longer star struck by her, it wasn't felt, all he could feel was the
apparentness he was love struck by Sara.
     
     
     
     

CHAPTER 18
     
     
    Gloria watched her boyfriend talking
to Sara. Her expression, full of envy. Her stance, full of agitation. She was
finding it increasingly difficult to stand back and let him get his diva off
his chest and out his mind. She didn't mind him being happy speaking to her,
she could not deny him that, what bothered her was how more confident, more at
ease he was talking to the starlet.
    It was driving her crazy, and not in
the good, exhilarating kind of way she adored in the bedroom. She was biting
her bottom lip, tapping her hand off her hip repeatedly in a distraught rhythm.
It was shaping up to be the longest and hardest hour of her entire life.
    Gloria could not hear what either
were saying to each other, that was what worked her up the most. What were they
discussing, was he coming on to her, was she flirting with him, was her
insecure fears becoming a reality. If Gloria's anxiety did come true, it would
be war.
    Only one fact was for sure at the
moment, Paulo and Sara were having a great time, enjoying every minute in each
other's company.
    It was more than what she could say
about the whole nerve-racking
    affair.
     
    “Is this your first time or have you
been here before?” Paulo asked, keeping their conversation going strong. It
wasn't showing any signs of stopping.
    “This is my first time.”
    “Do you have a map? There's so many
places to see, you don't want to miss