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“Not long,” he said, approaching her. She did not move, pinned against the counter as he reached over her head for the glass and handed it to her.
“Thank you,” she said and then stepped up to the sink to fill it with water.
He watched her for a moment and then grabbed another glass to do the same. They stood side by side sipping water.
“Does Hermes visit you often?”
Dionysus choked his water. “What?” he asked.
“I… You weren’t exactly quiet.”
Dionysus tilted his head, narrowing his eyes. “What did you hear?”
“Noises,” she said. “Voices.”
“I didn’t fuck Hermes, Ariadne.”
“I…okay,” she said.
He stood there in stunned silence, staring at her. “How could you think—”
“Can you just drop it?” she asked, frustrated.
He didn’t want to drop it. He wanted to know why she thought he would fuck Hermes, especially after he had clearly wanted to fuck her instead.
Silence stretched between them, and Ariadne downed the last of her water.
“I should go to bed,” she said and brushed past him, but Dionysus did not want her to leave.
“When did you learn to dance like that?” he asked.
She froze and turned to face him.
“I took lessons,” she said, as if it were not impressive or even a surprise.
“So you could do what?” Dionysus asked, assuming she’d done so to add to her skill set. “Work undercover?”
“No, for exercise.”
“You learned to strip for exercise?”
“I don’tstrip,” she said. “But I do dance. You should try it sometime. It’s great cardio.”
“Don’t tempt me,” he muttered and caught a hint of a smile on her face.
He didn’t think he’d ever managed to make her smile before.
She took a breath and seemed to shiver with it.
“I wanted to say…I am sorry for earlier.” For a moment, he thought she was apologizing for the kiss,but then she added, “I had no idea Michail would recognize me.”
“You could not have known.”
“I should have,” she said. “I should have been a better detective.”
“You’re perfect, Ariadne,” he said.
Her gaze rose to his, eyes widened. He wasn’t sure why she looked so surprised; it was the second time he’d told her tonight, which made him think of how he had let himself go in those heady moments after she’d climbed into his lap at the brothel. The urge to talk about it danced under his skin. He wanted to know what it meant, that they had been able to play their roles so well.
