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“You really have got to get your own place, boss,” Jane said.
“Working on that,” Lia said. “But there is good news. You won’t be left alone and without protection. I found you a new boss.”
“A new boss?” Jane sounded very skeptical. Lia didn’t blame her. “Who?”
“She’s a bit older and she’s had loads of experience at this. She’s got more connections than I do, more money. Also—”
Lia heard a tap on her bedroom door.
Before she could answer it, the goddess Aphrodite threw open the door and sashayed inside, wearing pink faux furs in June and towering over them all on her hot-pink high heels with diamond-encrusted roses on the toes.
“Hello, ladies,” Aphrodite said, a wide smile on her cotton candy lips. Jane, Rani and Georgy stared slack-jawed and wide-eyed at the goddess of love herself. “Call me Mrs. V. We’re going to fuck beautiful men, make enormous amounts of money, and be worshipped night and day like the goddesses we are. Shall we get started?”
Georgy looked at Lia and nodded her approval.
“Well done, Lia,” Georgy said. “She’ll do nicely.”
PART EIGHT
Daphne & Apollo
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
“What are we doing?” Lia asked August—she would never get used to calling him Eros—as he put her in his Tesla.
“Indulge me,” he said, then kissed her. “Just one more bit of unfinished business.”
August had made love to her all last night and all morning and even that afternoon. But, by evening, he’d nudged her awake and told her to get dressed in her very best. She reminded him she was under her father’s house arrest.
He reminded her that he was a Greek god.
Lia wore a vintage burgundy gown that had belonged to her grandmother. She pinned her hair in a loose knot with tendrils flowing, and August put a pink rose behind her ear. He’d slipped into a trim black suit, and she was amazed how neatly his wings disappeared when he folded them into place.
“After a couple thousand years, you learn a trick or two,” he’d said.
On the way to wherever he was taking her, they stopped by his house.
“I have to pick up one thing,” he said.
“The Rose Kylix?” she asked.
“Mother’s confiscated that—again. This is something else.”
He ran into the house and emerged minutes later carrying a longbow as tall as he and a quiver of arrows.
Back in the car, Lia looked at him.
“I don’t want to know, do I?” she asked.
“You’re going to like this,” he said.
The next stop was the Attic Gallery.
“It’s a good thing I love you,” she said as he helped her out of the car. “I really do not want to see David again. Trust me, I don’t need closure.”
“This isn’t for you,” he said. “This is for me. And don’t worry. You won’t have to talk to him.”
Funny that no one tried to stop August from entering the gallery with a bow and quiver slung over his back. Either no one could see it, or they simply assumed it was all part of David’s surrealistic art show.
