Love Struck (7 page)

“Would you like an autograph, Paulo?”
Sara good-heartedly offered, it would be her gift of appreciation for meeting
such a kind and avid young fan of her work and by the sound of it, herself as
well, more so than the films. He was fascinated by the woman behind the roles,
rather than the woman playing the parts in front of the camera.

He smiled, an autograph signed by his
glittering angelic diva would be treasured greater than had she gave him a
solid gold bar. “Yes, please.”

Sara took out a notepad and a pen
from her dark blue handbag, she always came well prepared with her equipment
for signing autographs and making her fans so very happy. She had to be
organized and therefore planned ahead, with the amount of potential fans
wherever she was who could have spotted her and requested her signature, it
would have been disheartening if neither had the means of granting the request.
Sara Sarracini could never disappoint her fan base or let them down, she would
never have forgave herself. They made her a famous icon, it was the least she
could do to dedicate a moment of her time to give something from herself in
return as her own tribute to them, representing her gratitude for making her
name glisten in the lights like the star she was. And no matter the age of her
charming young man, he was still an admirer of her, therefore it was the sworn
duty of Sara to make him happy, as well as another reason which was a tad on
the stronger side. She was stricken by it the minute she heard him call out to
her. The case broadened out since then, and was growing bigger in her pumping
heart with every passing second in unison to her beats.

“How do you spell your name?” she
asked, leaving the tip of the pen to hover just over the paper, waiting for the
answer to commence signing his autograph.

“P-a-u-l-o.”

She smiled “I always like to make
sure I get a fan's name right.”, with that, she wrote her special message to
her special fan in the blink of an eye, her wrist movements were fast, Paulo's
eye could hardly keep up with her writing speed.

Completed, she tore the paper from
the notepad and handed it to her idolizing admirer. “There you go.”

Paulo could not contain his high
spirits at receiving her gift to her devoted fan.

To my sweetest, biggest fan of all
time: Paulo, you are truly unique, don't ever change. Love, Sara Sarracini xxxx

He was lost for words to express his
feelings for the autograph. All he could do was show his appreciation to her
and his new prized possession. “Thanks a million, Sara. I will keep this to the
day I die.”, he wasn't kidding at all, he would hold this piece of Sara close
to him from now to the very finale of his own life.

Sara was actually surprised to hear a
fan call her by her first name instead of always referring to her as 'Ms.
Sarracini', he wasn't letting up being a refreshingly original fan in her life.
Among also charming her with his sweetness like a gallant gentleman, he was
fascinating her without end, she was interested a great deal in getting to know
him a lot better, and not just as a fan, it went deeper than that.

“Do you live here or are you on
vacation?”

Paulo answered her question in a more
relaxed and comfortable manner, the stunned blow of speaking to a star had
eased, he was more at home talking to her like the gorgeous woman she was. It
was like he had known her his whole life and was speaking to her again after so
many years away. “I'm on vacation, been here for three days now, it's a great
place to chill from studying.”

“A student?” she replied with great
interest, she wanted to delve more into the young man behind the admirer “What
are you studying?”

“Art.”

Sara's eyes lit up like two gleaming
sapphires caught under a ray of sunshine. “That's fantastic, I love art.”

“You do?” Paulo was astounded, he
never would have guessed, his beloved diva had the same love as him, they had
something in common, it was incredible.

“Ever since I was a little girl.”

The small talk was in full swing,
this was his chance to delve deeper into the woman behind the actress, he had
always dreamed of learning more about her, it was coming true for him, he was
entering a part of her personal life not seen by anyone but those closest to
her, he was engrossed to know more, he would have been mad not to. “Do you
paint?”

She was very happy to let him know,
she enjoyed sharing a part of her own personal lifestyle to the fans, to let
them know about the real Sara Sarracini, but this was a lot different, it felt
more personal and intimate discussing her life to him. “A lot in my youth, I
stopped when I became an actress, my output changed to much more when I
retired, only a little now that I'm back to starring in movies.”

Paulo found her amazing. She was
shaping up to be a true incredible, true phenomenal, true sensational woman, a
truly beautiful phenomenon and truly fabulous sensation of many spectacular
gifted skills. “You're a very gifted woman of many talents. I bet you're an
incredible artist.”

Sara was taken by his kind words.
“You definitely know how to make

a woman feel special.”

“Well, you're a very special woman.”

“You're quite the charmer too.” her
reflexes caused her to flutter her eyelashes at him.

Paulo's suspicions were correct, she
was taken by him, smitten by his irresistible charms. He was growing hotter
under his loose collar. His meeting with her was going greater than he ever
could have planned, he would play it cool and go at it smoothly “So, you're on
vacation too?”

“That's right, a little sun, sea,
relaxation, and above all else, fun after filming my new comeback movie: 'A
Tender Madness 2'.”

“I've read about that. I'm really
looking forward to seeing it.” he said with a keenness, he was counting the
days to its premier, he would be first in line, in the best seat to watch her
big comeback feature. He could not wait to see her grace the silver screen once
more. She was after all so incredible so brilliant on the only screen that
could contain her glorious and fabulous presence that left 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.

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 a single one.”

Sara had a more fun alternative
instead of a map brewing in her head, “How well do you know the place?”

“Really well, I know this island like
the back of my hand.” Paulo proclaimed.

Sara's eyes sparkled in delight. “Oh,
really?”

“Yep, I've been here many times. I
love the place, it's a great retreat.”

That was all she had to hear. A
thought came to her, she acted on impulse, spoke her mind. “Paulo, I want to
ask you something. I know this might sound a little odd, I will completely
understand if you say 'no'.”

“I could never say 'no' to you.”

Sara smiled at her handsome prince,
she was finding herself getting more charmed by him by the second. Paulo smiled
back at his beautiful princess, he was finding himself getting more enchanted
by her by the second.

Paulo just stared at her silently, he
was speechless, never in a million years did he expect this. It was staggering,
he had to step back, out of himself and see if it was real or a dream. He
couldn't tell which, both were too good to be true, in either medium.

“If you want, I could pay you for
showing me around.” Sara suggested to the silent young man.

Paulo stirred from his state of
silence, he stepped back inside himself. Dream or not, he had to reply with the
deepest objection to her shocking proposal. “Don't be ridiculous, you don't
have to pay me. I'd be more than happy to be your tour guide for free.”

“You are?” Sara's face was overflowed
with her great, radiant bloom.

Paulo smiled with his chivalrous
valour “Sara, it would be my honour.”

Sara grinned twice as radiantly than
shown in any film or television program she appeared in, the real deal was a
thousand times more spectacular “That's great.”

“When shall we start? I'm ready whenever
you are.”

“How about three o'clock today? I
need to get checked in and ready.”

Paulo was fine with that, he needed
to get himself freshened up and suited out for the grand tour of a resort more
deserving to be called a paradise with her there to make it a haven of
blissfulness “Sounds like a plan.”

“I won't be interrupting any of your
plans will I?” Sara enquired considerately.

“No, not at all, I had nothing
planned today.”

“Ok then, three o'clock it is.”

“Oh.” a certain important detail hit
Paulo, one he neglected to bring up to her. “Where shall we meet?”

Sara whipped out her reliable pen and
pad. “I know just the spot to hook up.”

“Great.” that was a load off his
mind.

Sara jotted something quickly down
then handed the torn out paper to him. “It's the name of the hotel I'm staying
at. You can meet me there.”

He took a hold of the imperative
piece of paper, checked it, looked back to her. Everything was all set in
stone, there was no way of erasing it, not that either wanted to. “I'll be
there with bells on my toes.” he cheerfully told her as he placed the paper in
his trouser pocket, safe and sound where he would remember its whereabouts.
“It's a date.”

Sara played with her silky, stream of
golden hair, she was increasingly attracted to him and his high powered
magnetism drawing her in. “It sure is.”

Paulo could have fainted had he not
been composed of sturdier stuff, he was astounded never the less that was
indeed in reality happening to him, he could hear it, feel it and see it,
that's what counted as real to his ears, nerves and eyes. “I best get myself
ready.”

“Me too.”

Paulo headed off, he could barely
contain his overflowing excitement. “Yes. Yes. Yes.” he muttered to himself in
a rush of rapture. There was nothing that could have stood in his way to
prevent him from the most important and joyous day in his life. He wouldn't
have the same assertive conviction for long. The mother of all reality checks
was in order for him and she was waiting across the road, on the side-walk,
overlooking the beach behind her where he left her.