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“He will preen if you show him that sort of appreciation when you meet him. He loves to impress.”
“Well, I am suitably impressed.”
And she could see that statement put Cameron in a dark mood. She would be lying if she said she didn’t appreciate that. That she had roused jealousy in him.
For that was what it was. She was impressed with his friend’s house, and he didn’t like it.
They walked to the front door, which was opened for them ceremoniously.
She held on to Cameron’s arm as they were ushered into a grand foyer that was every bit as grand as the exterior had been.
Robin’s-egg blue wallpaper and gold details created a clean, stunning site. But it was the restored gold chandelier hanging from the ceiling that truly stole the show.
“This isglorious,” she said.
And then, a tall, dark-haired man in a suit walked in. His jawline was sharp, clean-shaven. His brown eyes were nearly black, his skin golden brown. He had broad shoulders and large hands. He was truly one of the most beautiful men she had ever seen.
It was an easy sort of beauty.
It reminded her of the easy romance that she had seen while they were walking in Paris.
Cameron did not have an easy beauty.
But it compelled her.
He compelled her.
She wasn’t sure what it said about her that she didn’t want easy. That as beautiful as she could see Apollo was, he did not appeal to her in that same way.
Goddess of war...
Perhaps that was it. Perhaps she was destined to be at war. Perhaps it was what she craved.
She knew for certain that she didn’t want soft. She knew for certain that she didn’t want to bend easily, nor did she want anyone to easily bend around her.
All those things became clear when she gazed upon the glorious visage of Apollo.
Because many women would have fallen to their knees then. Melted down at his feet.
And she felt absolutely no inclination toward it.
“You must be Athena,” Apollo said, grinning widely. “How nice to meet a fellow Greek.”
He spoke to her in Greek. She spoke back in Greek.
“I do not know that I’m Greek, though I have learned Greek.”
He frowned. “Athena? Your name is certainly Greek. And you speak it as if you have spoken it from the cradle.”
“I...”
She was stunned then because...of course. Her family had been Russian, and she was Athena, which she’d thought was a bit of an extravagance, but perhaps it wasn’t.
She’d felt as if Greek was a language she’d learned, yet much like English she didn’t remember learning it.
Maybe she had always known.
“Sadly for you both, I speak Greek. Because of you,” Cameron said, directing that at Apollo and redirecting Athena’s musings.
