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When Eros calls me into his office, it's always for one of two reasons. I've royally messed up, or he's got a special assignment for me.
Now, I know what you’re thinking. Those two things are on opposite ends of a very large spectrum of possibilities.
You’re not wrong.
However, I am very good at my job, and also naturally very… well let's just say prone to disaster.
“So, what’s cookin' good lookin'?” I ask, as I saunter into my boss's office. But in typical True style, my hip bumps his desk, making me flinch in pain, and topples his coffee over. I watch as the half-full mug sloshes liquid across the papers he had there.Wait, no.Napkins. He has a stack of napkins there already.
“As I suspected. You always make quite the entrance, True.” Eros smirks, before shaking his head, as he swipes the mess into a trash can he had waiting by his desk. I don’t know if I should be impressed or insulted by his preparedness. “I thought to myself, one way or another, that woman will find a way to cause chaos. Best prepare myself. And what do you know.”
I sit back in the pink seats across from the original Cupid and cross one leg over the other.
“Being prepared for anything is the only way to live life.” I give him a nod of affirmation. Although, I rarely actually do so myself. “So what is it boss, am I on probation? Getting sent to the mailroom?” I ask, always leading with the worst-case scenario. Well, the worst case is being stripped of my cupidness, but that’s only happened a couple of times in the history of all Cupids. You have to do some bad shit to have that happen. I’m not bad, just a mess.
“No, True. You’re not in trouble. Not at the moment, anyway. I have a special assignment for you.”
“Boo. The last time you gave me a special assignment, I went undercover for a total of six minutes. I counted.” I sit forward in my seat, ready to get back to my day job. Which I suppose this technically is.
“He’s a single father,” Eros adds, making me pause. Those men are notoriously bad at finding themselves some lovin'. “The mother of his child is still alive. However, she left them for an actor.”
Now, my interest has peaked. I narrow my eyes and hold my hand out for the file. I’m skeptical, but this is way better than the last “special case”.
“I’m listening.”
“There’s more. We’ve sent in twelve others, and one thing or another keeps getting in the way. For starters, his playboy best friend is a lady magnet and abhors love in general, and his brother falls in love like he falls asleep.” Eros fills me in, then hands me the three thick files.
“Okay, so what’s my role?” I ask, practically bouncing in my seat. I love going undercover—well, most of the time. Depends on the gig, really. Humans are fascinating. My magic works wonders for them and their pheromones.
Cupids basically have three kinds of magic. Flirt magic, which initializes the sparks. Desire magic, which pushes the couples closer in a more biblical sense—if you catch my drift. And finally, Love Arrows, which are the final step for every Cupid. It can’t be reversed once fired. It’s up to the person we hit to decide to hold onto that love or let it go. It’s completely out of our hands until it’s time for someone to find love again. Then the process starts all over.
We’re pretty good about only getting involved for the meaningful stuff. Humans have free will after all and can make their own love magic in a way. We’re just a boost for those who deserve or need it most.
Eros’s next words pull me from my musings like the snap back of a rubber band.
“Nanny.” At his words, my head snaps up, and I plop the three files back down on Eros’s desk.
“Heck to the no. Not on a little cherub's ass,” I say, throwing my hands in the air.
“True—”
“Eros!” I sass because is he kidding? “Kids? Nanny? Me? A freaking Nanny?!” I gape at him. I’m no nanny. I watched that show, and it issonot the job for me.
“Live-in nanny to be specific,” Eros corrects, and I swear to fuck, the grin on his face makes me want to shove a candy heart up his nose.
“There’s just no way—”
“He says love is stupid. Only for fools. His best friend thinks love is a tool, a game to be played; and his brother thinks love can be found in every woman that even looks in his direction, even the ones who want him only for his… well dick, for lack of a better word,” Eros says, making me narrow my eyes at him.
He knows exactly what to say to hook me in.
“Do I already have the job, or do I still have to convince this man to hire me?” I sigh, and Eros laughs.
“You’ll have to respond to the listing, but I know you’ll make it work.” I shake my head at him, but rise to my feet, grabbing the files as I go. I’ve got a long day of reading and plotting ahead of me.
