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More than she would ever know. I held out my hand, and she wrapped her tiny fingers around mine as she hopped down from the stool. We stayed on the edge of the partiers, the beat of the music faster than I would have wanted if I could pick the tempo. I wanted something slow and sensual, so I could feel her in my arms. Still watching her throw her arms up and get into the music transfixed me to where I forgot to move myself. Cerberus watched her with all three heads as entranced by her as I was.
Then a slow song came on, and she molded herself to me like she belonged there. My whole body hummed like a missing piece was just returned. She even stared up at me as if I held the keys to her world. Did she feel this connection, too?
"You're a really excellent dancer for a God," she said.
A surprised laugh bubbled up from my chest. "Are the Gods you know terrible dancers?"
She waved her hand, setting it back on my shoulder. "I don't know any, but Lex, he can't move to save his life."
"He isn't actually a God."
"Same thing, right? From the seed of Gods either way."
"Technically, Gods can be created sometimes and not born," I said.
My fingers trailed up her sides, and I was pretty sure a spark of awareness ignited between us. But I already knew from my interactions with her that she had plenty of sex. The one thing that seemed to be missing was the emotional connection. That was what I wanted. Not that I was any different from the other men I knew were in her life that wanted the same thing. However, one was too afraid to tell her and the other hid behind lies. I'd be different.
"You're full of information." She grinned up at me. My eyes dipped to her lips, and I dragged them back to her beautiful eyes. She shook her head. "Oh, I'm not—"
I lifted an eyebrow, waiting for her to finish the sentence she cut off.
"I'm not looking for anything, uh, sexual tonight. I've got a lot on my plate, and it probably isn't wise to add a drop dead gorgeous God to the mix."
My other eyebrow joined the first below my hair. "Who said I wanted something sexual?"
She laughed nervously and looked across the bar to Lex. "You didn't, but I know looks, and you want me." Her cheeks flushed as she avoided eye contact.
"I'm not an animal, Samantha. I can control my urges," I informed her drily.
Her fingers curled across my chest as she brought her gaze back to mine. There was unquestionably a spark here between us. It was then I realized we had stopped dancing to stare at each other. She muttered something I couldn't catch over the loud music and then leaned forward to kiss me. I stepped back, even though it was the last thing I wanted to do. A feeling deep inside me told me to let her get to know me before we crossed that bridge, that it would mean more.
"Apparently you are the only one," she laughed again as I dodged her kiss. I still didn't let her go, rejecting her completely wasn't in my plans.
"I don't kiss on the first date," I said.
"This isn't a date," she replied.
"No? Dancing, conversation, it feels like one." I shrugged as I ran my palms up her back, over her skintight leather clothing. "I could feed you and make it official."
A slight smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she looked at me. "What could you cook me?"
"Oh, no cooking for me, but I can take you to the local Coney Island. I hear they have wonderful chili covered fries," I said.We moved off the dance floor and away from the pulsing forms pushing against us every few seconds.
"How could I refuse?"
She took one last look over at Lex, but shook her head before she led the way to the exit. The fresh air was a relief when we exited the smoke-filled club. We traveled on foot in comfortable silence to the nearby restaurant. It was probably the only place open at this time of night besides fast food.
We left Cerberus just outside the door in his glamour, on guard duty. From my experience, most places didn't welcome single headed dogs, so three headed dogs would be a big no.
A tired-looking waitress waved us in to find our own table. We slide into the worn and cracked vinyl bench seats in the corner. There was exactly one other couple in the place, snuggled together on the same side, looking like they were completely in love.
The waitress, with a name tag that readJudith, stepped up next to our booth. The wrinkles lining her face told me she was too old to be working in the middle of the night in such a low-paying job. She should be home in her bed. Enjoying the sunset of her life. She dropped the menus down on the edge of the table and snapped her gum. "What can I get you to drink?"
"Water, please," Samantha murmured as she grabbed a menu.
"Same, thank you," I said.
With a nod, she turned away from us and headed behind the serving area. I watched her as she scooped ice into glasses and filled them with water. She returned in less than a minute with two full waters, each with a lemon on the rim. "Ready to order?" she asked in a bored tone.
