As the sun beat down upon the crumbling stones of the ancient Greek temple, Amanda stood off to the side quietly observing everything. Her outfit was perfect for the heat, consisting of a pair of stylish, high-waisted shorts and a crisp white tank top. The fabric of her shirt hugged her curves, accentuating her breasts which strained against the thin material. Her perky nipples were clearly visible, drawing admiring glances from the group of tourists that had just arrived. She posed with confidence, knowing she was turning heads and reveling in the attention that she commanded.

She leisurely wandered through the bustling crowd, her bright eyes scanning each face with careful consideration as if searching for someone specific. Finally, she spotted him. Amidst the swarm of tourists snapping photos of the ancient ruins, the awkward young man stood off to the side, his unassuming appearance blending into the background. His plain, oversized backpack hung heavily on his back, and he nervously fiddled with its straps. A slight paunch peeked out from his untucked shirt, giving away his lack of attention to physical appearance. Yet, there was a spark in his bright caramel-colored eyes that spoke volumes of intelligence and wonder. He seemed lost in thought as he gazed at the ruins with a childlike curiosity.

Amanda stared at him, a warm smile lighting up her face as she caught his eye. The young man’s gaze immediately met hers and then darted away, a rosy hue washing over his cheeks. He couldn’t believe that such a stunning girl was paying him any attention. Her golden blonde hair was in a long ponytail flowing down her back and her eyes sparkled like jewels under the sun. His heart started beating faster and he nervously ran a hand through his hair, trying to compose himself. Why was this enchanting girl looking at him?

Amanda sauntered up to him, her hips swaying seductively with each step. “Hi there,” she purred, her voice low and alluring. “I am Amanda,” she said gliding to a stop before him.

“Uh, I-I’m Pothos, I-I mean Pat,” he stammered. Why did he tell her his given name? He hated the name his father had chosen for him.

Amanda smiled at hearing his name, “Nice to meet you Pothos.” She waited a pause before continuing, “I noticed you admiring the temple. Fascinating is it not? The architecture, the history...” She trailed off, letting her words hang in the air.

Pat swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Y-yes, it’s incredible,” he stammered, unable to meet her intense gaze. “My father was a professor of Greek Studies at Stanford. He died when I was just a infant but I grew up looking through his old textbooks, fascinated by ancient Greece. The myths, the legends, the gods and goddesses...”

“Is that so?” Amanda asked, arching a perfect eyebrow. She took a step closer, invading his personal space. The sweet scent of her perfume enveloped him. “I happen to know a lot about the Greek gods. Aphrodite is my specialty.”

“Aphrodite?” he repeated, finally meeting her eyes. “The goddess of love and beauty?”

Amanda smiled, revealing straight white teeth. “That is right, and the mother of Pothos,” she exclaimed with a wink. “Some say she was the most beautiful of all the goddesses. Men worshipped her, desired her, would do anything for a taste of her love.” She looked at him intently, as if deciding something, before speaking again, “In fact, did you know that today is fourth day of Hekatombaion in the ancient Athenian calendar, the day of the Aphrodisia festival?”

Pat’s eyes darted around seeing that his tour group was moving on. He murmured, “Uh, no, I wasn’t aware that today held any special significance.”

Her hand reached out to lightly stroke his arm causing him to look at her again. “There is an inner courtyard in this temple, one the tours do not visit. It is said to be very pretty. Would you like to see it?”

Pat’s breath quickened at her touch. He knew he shouldn’t leave the tour group, but this young woman was so enchanting, he slowly nodded his head. “I would like that,” he said bashfully.