Accidentally Aphrodite - Dakota Cassidy Page 0,15
fingers and yet another bottle appeared, as enticing as the first. He popped the top once again and smiled, easy and light. “So tell me about yourself, Quinn Morris. What are you doing here in Greece?”
Licking my wounds? Plotting my ex-fiancé’s death? She looked off into the vast horizon of blue and white puffy clouds. “Vacation.”
His dark eyebrow rose. “Really? How does this Igor factor into your vacation?”
Shame flooded her cheeks crimson. “You heard?”
“I did. The jerk.”
Anger spiked along her spine, and she wasn’t sure if it was still over Igor breaking her heart or that Khristos had heard her humiliating story. “He’ll get what he deserves. Mark my words.”
“Revenge can be very sweet.”
Suddenly she was tired of mucking about. She didn’t want to talk about Igor or Shawna or her embarrassing confession. Not if those words Ingrid had bandied about just moments ago had any validity.
If he was going to kill her for the apple thing, then she wanted a head start. The best way to get an answer was just to confront him. “Let’s stop pussyfooting around.”
Khristos cocked his beautiful head. “Okay. No more pussyfooting.”
“And I want honesty when I ask this very sensitive question.”
He nodded, his thick hair falling over his eye, making him look even more rakish than he had at first glance. “You got it.”
“Are you going to kill me for biting your apple?”
“It was an accident, right?”
“If you would have just let go of my hand…” She stopped justifying and shook her head. “Yes, it was an accident.”
“Then this time I suppose I can let you live. But I don’t spare lives often. Remember that as we take this journey, Quinn Morris,” he said, but his amber-brown eyes were teasing.
She smiled. For the first time in days, it wasn’t just for the sake of everyone around her. “Okay, good. So that’s settled. Now, I don’t want to waste any more time freaking out about this and panicking. I’ve heard when something paranormal like this happens, there’s a lot of that.”
Straight from Ingrid’s mouth, she’d heard it. Crying, whining, mourning your old life were all symptoms of the change—symptoms that made Nina want to throat punch the OOPS clients.
She did not want to be throat punched by Nina. She was a lover. Not a fighter. Okay, a former lover, but she’d still never be a fighter.
Khristos raised an eyebrow again, a clearly skeptical one. “You’ve heard? What kind of human are you?”
She shrugged her shoulders as her dilemma began to sink deeper and deeper into her brain—the ramifications of it all were beginning to wear her down. “The kind who likes to be prepared. So what’s next?”
Ingrid interrupted any hope he had of answering when she made a beeline for Quinn, her eyes blazing and angry. “Didn’t I tell you not to talk to him? You!” she yelped at Khristos. “Back off!”
Khristos sighed and slid back over to his side of the steps and leaned back on his elbows “Apologies,” he said with a smirk.
Ingrid’s phone dinged, making Quinn jump up and peer over her shoulder. While she kept one eye on Khristos, Ingrid held up her phone. “Finally! I’ve been trying to get a signal forever. So I gave up and tweeted Nina. Go figure Twitter works but I can’t dial internationally. Read.”
OOPS: @ingridbelieves Did u fucking say she’s sparkling?
Quinn nodded her head at the phone. Fucking yes, she did.
Ingrid watched Khristos while she tweeted, Ingrid Lawson Ingridbelieves: @OOPS Yes! Something’s happened. Man—big man involved. Help now. Come pls!
OOPS: @Ingridbelieves R u telling me I should leave my man and kid because the nitwit is glowing? Did u eat moron 4 breakfast?
Ingridbelieves: @OOPS She also has cans the size of water balloons. Come pls!
OOPS: @Ingridbelieves LOLLOLLOLLOL!
Quinn frowned then stuck her tongue out at Nina’s tweet. “How are my big cans funny? This is not funny! He’s claiming I’m the Goddess of Love. After this past week, where I’ve decided love blows some hefty chunks, I don’t think I can hold up my end of the bargain. So tell Nina to stop mocking me and do her job, which is to help someone in paranormal crisis.”
She couldn’t even believe she’d just repeated those words. But help was help.
Ingrid’s fingers flew over the keyboard on her phone. Ingridbelieves: @OOPS Come pls. He says Quinn’s Aphrodite!
OOPS: @Ingridbelieves The Goddess of Love?
Ingridbelieves: @OOPS Yes! Batshit, right?
“Khristos? Is that my favorite Greek ever?”
Quinn and Ingrid both whipped around at the sound of a familiar voice.
Nina used the word “favorite”