still, and he was tapping into a part of my wounded soul.
“You’re wrong.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “It’s the way people make money these days, and since I haven’t found my ‘calling’ anywhere else, I’m going to go with my strengths. Filling out a bikini top is a strength.”
He was still staring at me, judging me, and it was pissing me off, so I closed my eyes and dropped my head back onto the soft cushions.
“Beauty can be a strength. That’s true,” he offered.
My heart knocked in my chest and I kept my eyes pinched shut. Did he just call me beautiful?
My eyelids popped open. “Wanna take another selfie? I think I can get to fifty thousand followers with your help?”
Hey, if a girl wanted to be successful, she had to grab opportunities by the balls, right?
His glare washed ice water through my veins. Mofo could be scary when he wanted. “Put that phone in my face and I’ll break it.”
I growled. “Fine. I’ll wait tables for the rest of my life. Can I bring you any more ranch dressing?” I yelled from where I sat, ten inches from him.
He frowned. “What’s happening? Is this the … menstrual time of the month for you?”
I face-palmed. I never ever wanted to hear the word menstrual come out of his mouth again. “Whatever, moneybags. You wouldn’t understand.” I turned away from him and faced the wall. Must be nice walking around with a fucking brick of gold like it was no big deal. Speaking of, I was hungry and we were broke and out of food.
Fabulous.
He chuckled behind me. “You have the hostility of a war god, but your love of prostitution puts you squarely in love goddess territory.”
I spun around, nearly foaming at the mouth. “Call me a prostitute One. More. Time. I haven't eaten in like … hours. I’ll tear you limb from limb,” I snarled.
A slow grin pulled at his mouth, not quite making it into a smile before it was washed away. “I’d like to see you try, human.”
Infuriating fucker! Why did he make me so mad? And why did I like it? I needed therapy.
He stood. “I’m hungry too. Let’s go.”
My eyebrows shot up. “What? No, she said we had to wait in this room until the weapon was done. Wait here for twenty-four hours, she said.”
Cronus gave me a look. “Do I look like I let witches tell me what to do?”
Oh God. This big asshole was going to get me killed.
“Are we leaving leaving or…?” I needed to plan this out in my head if he was going to carry me over his shoulder across town again while those gorgeous gods chased us and tried to kill us.
Cronus shook his head. “Relax. We’re going to go into Narida’s kitchen to make some food.”
“Really? Without her permission?” I wrung my hands together.
Without a word, he spread the barn doors wide open and stomped down her hallway in search of food. Jesus, this guy had zero will to live.
“Narida!” I called out. “It’s just us grabbing some food. We’ll pay you back later!” I wanted to let her know in case she’d spelled the food and it would poison us or something.
Cronus gave a big grunt and threw open an ornate blue door.
Charging in, he started to ransack the place. I tiptoed in after him and was impressed that he'd found the kitchen so quickly.
“How did you know it was here?”
He shoved a piece of cheese in his mouth. “I can smell food a mile away.”
My heart skipped a beat. If this guy wasn't such a dickface, he’d be my soul mate.
“Well, share!” I snapped and grabbed some of the cheese and bread and olives from a cutting board that was sitting out.
“Don’t eat my special olives!” Narida shouted from down the hall and I dropped the olives back on the counter.
Was it spelled? I wasn’t going to find out. Avoiding the olives and knowing we had her blessing, Cronus and I ate everything in sight. He was an enabler to my inner foodie. I was pleased to find that Narida didn’t have any meat in the house; it looked like she too was a vegetarian.
#SaveTheAnimals
Finally, Cronus sat across from me, staring my bikini body up and down. I was still just chillin' in my Calvin Klein two-piece. He still had no shirt. Both of us vibing the beach life. If only a bunch of Greek gods weren’t trying to kill us, it’d be