Without thinking, my fingers skipped over the keys as I typed my response.
I should say no.My friends were making it work, but I knew that getting involved with a god was going to complicate things. I hit send before I could think twice about it.
"Earth to Laila!"Ivy waved a hand in front of my face.
"Hmm?"
"I asked if you'd added what you wanted," she said.
"Oh, I haven't even looked."
"So what were you staring at so intensely?"
"Poseidon messaged me," I said after a moment.
"Aha, I knew it!"She almost dropped her phone in her hurry to clap her hands together.
"You don't know anything," I corrected."It's just about food and my review."Even as I said the words, I knew that it wasn't the case, but I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of being completely right.
"Mmhmm, so when are you going on a date?"
"Not a date.But Tuesday."
"I guess I'll stay at Nick's on Tuesday then."
"Ivy!"
"What?"She grinned at me in a way that said she knew exactly what."Running into Poseidon at two am because he's just used our bathroom ruins a bit of the illusion of the big, bad god of the sea."
"And for some reason that doesn't extend to whenliteral Santais in our flat for me?"
She shrugged.
I rolled my eyes."I amnotgoing to sleep with Poseidon on Tuesday."
"Interesting that you're not saying never."
"I have hundreds of years of life left, saying never to anything seems somewhat reductive."
"Mmhmm.Now, order your food.I'm hungry, and clearly we need to make a game plan about what you're going to wear to yournot-a-date."She gestured to my phone.
I knew there was no arguing with her.And while itwasn'ta date, I did want to look good, so planning my outfit wasn't the worst idea.
Chapter6
LAILA
Poseidon's restaurant looked entirely different when it was closed, though the warm light coming through one of the windows was still inviting.
I smoothed down my dress, trying not to think about the fact that this wasn't a date, but I'd dressed as if it was.Though I had packed a pair of pumps in my handbag, because if Poseidon was serious about me cooking, I didn't want to do it in heels.
I didn't even get to the front of the restaurant when the door swung open, revealing the god within.Poseidon wasn't wearing his chef whites, but a crisp white shirt with an open neck and his sleeves rolled up, revealing strong forearms that I was sure could probably lift me if he wanted to.
