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‘Penny!’ I couldn’t help but smile back at her.
‘And then you need something that will breathe a bit of life back into the old place...’
‘I was trying to figure out something for Valentine’s Day. I feel like it’s a bit of a younger crowd’s thing.’ My coffee was a touch too hot and far too strong, but I drank it down, anyway.
‘An auction. Get some hot men on the stage and up for a date, and the singles will flock in.’
It wasn’t a terrible idea. Hell... It could be awesome.
‘Where am I going to find hot single guys who are up for that?’
‘I mean, that guy’s damn fine...’ I followed her gaze to a dark-haired, wide-shouldered man. When he turned to speak to the waitress, I recognised him as the odd man from the bar. The little flip in my stomach caught me off guard. He ran his fingers through his hair, giving the waitress a charming grin. There was no way I could be jealous of a man I barely knew talking to someone else.
No way.
It wasn’t what caused the sharp little stab in my chest.
‘He’s okay, I guess,’ I said, peeling my eyes back to my coffee cup. ‘I can’t ask randoms, though.’
‘I’d bid for an evening with him. Damn.’
‘Penny.’
‘Okay, okay. Look, I still talk to a few folks from town. I’ll ask around for you and send anyone your way.’
‘Let’s do this,’ I said.
Why the hell not? It couldn’t hurt.
CHAPTEREIGHT
AMOR
Pulling off the cap on the shower gel, I sniffed at it. Man, the mortals made some great-smelling soaps. I placed it on the shelf in the shower, which I’d had to get the house’s owner to instruct me on its use.
Joe was a wizened little man with a hearty laugh and a twinkle in his eye. Upon the waitress's suggestion, given that the local inn was fully booked, he’d gladly shown me to the room he had available.
The golden arrow had fetched me so much of the paper money the mortals prized, and it would see me more than comfortably through the nine days I had remaining on the earth side.
But what to do with my time?
After my shower, I sat on the edge of the bed. Joe had shown me the magic box, which I could control using the small black button-laden contraption. The gods may see the mortals as primitive, but we didn’t have these televisions. With only a few presses, I could see unending amounts of different things: people cooking, selling wares, acting out elaborate productions filled with drama.
I kept changing the images, revelling at the choices available until I stopped at a scene where a man pressed a woman against a wall and kissed her frantically. The softly lit picture was both titillating and oddly beautiful. I’d seen plenty of sex in Olympus, but never without someone staring right back at me.
Craning forward, I watched as the couple tore at one another’s clothing until they were bare. The man dropped to his knees and fit his head between her thighs.
My cock was rigid in my pants, and I pulled it out, running my fingers over the tip as I watched.
The female’s soft moans were tantalising. Intimate. It almost felt wrong to watch them.
A groan escaped my lips as the woman shifted against the man, pushing her fingers into his hair. I wished I could see more. It was artful in its presentation, leaving too much to the imagination.
Closing my eyes, I lay back on the bed and continued to stroke myself, letting my mind wander back to the bar and the pretty, angry Eva. Would she sigh like that if I pressed my mouth to her? Would she taste sweet against my tongue?
My balls tightened at the very thought of being between her thighs. Of how it would feel if her fingers desperately scraped against my scalp. Could I make her moan for me?
I glanced back at the screen as the woman’s head tipped back in sheer ecstasy.
