by Lazu, Sotia
Christina nodded. “I bet. So what’s the plan now?”
Olivia chewed on her bottom lip. “He wants to meet my parents.” He wanted to do things properly—ask for her hand in marriage—since she told him they would appreciate it. Truth was she was torn between showing him off and keeping him to herself. Not that she planned on telling anyone else the truth about him anytime soon. After a few years, her family and friends were bound to notice she and Hyperion didn’t age, but by then, she hoped they’d love him as much as she did and would accept him.
“And then?” Christina asked.
“Then... since we’re now bonded, we’ll go see his brother Prometheus—”
“Taken?”
“Very. By a mermaid, if I got that right. Eros and Circe showed up before I came to see you, and we got an info dump. The gist of it is Prometheus and his soulmate will help us get Atlas out of the Acropolis museum before he awakens and shocks a poor tourist to death.” Or get the Greek and NATO military forces after him, if he decided to unfold to his full size.
Christina pulled out a duffel bag from under her bed and went to the closet. She opened the door and started taking her clothes off the hangers.
“What are you doing?” Olivia asked.
Christina shoved an armful of clothes into the bag and kept going. “Atlas is single, right?”
“Yes.”
“And huge and gorgeous?”
Olivia grinned. “Probably.”
“Well, I want me one of those.” Christina opened a drawer, grimaced, and then slid it all the way out and emptied its contents on top of her clothes.
“It doesn’t work that way. Soulmates are predestined.”
Christina went on, as if Olivia hadn’t spoken. “I guess I can leave cosmetics behind, but I’ll need shoes.” She pulled the edges of the bag together, but it took some effort to make them meet. She looked at Olivia over her shoulder. “Can we get shoes?”
There was no winning when Christina was this determined.
Olivia pursed her lips, to hide her smile. “We can get shoes.”
“Good. Then I’m ready.” Christina slung the bag over her shoulder. “When are we leaving?”
Epilogue
“Two down, and how many more to go?” Eros lounged on the chaise longue in Circe’s bedroom, watching as she brushed her long, brown hair. The sea world might see her as a withered hag, but she always appeared gorgeous and young and sexy as all hell to him.
“I can’t see beyond the next one, but at least it’s not Kronos.” She met his gaze in the mirror. “Could you not look at my ass when we’re talking business?”
He blew her a kiss. “It’s always business with you these days.”
Circe placed her brush on her dresser and turned to look at him. “Poor baby is feeling so neglected that his lover puts saving the world above sexy fun times.” She dropped to her knees and crawled to him, swishing her rounded bottom.
Eros sat up and held out a hand, to help her climb in his lap. “I just don’t understand why we can’t tell all of them the truth, find the souls of the Titanesses and... I don’t know—allocate them to their destined mates?”
“You know, for being the god of love, you’re not very romantic.” Circe laughed and tossed back her hair. “Don’t you know people want to fight for love, to appreciate it?”
He kissed up the golden skin of her neck to the spot under her ear, and inched his palms beneath her silken skirt. “You’re wicked.”
“Just wait till you see what happens with Atlas.” She kissed him and arched her back, so his fingers found her folds.
She’d keep the news about his mother to herself, until... after.
The End
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EVEN DOWN ON ONE KNEE, he was larger than life, and gorgeous, despite the dirt, algae, barnacles, and marine debris clinging to him. The sculptor who carved him out of marble had done an amazing job, so she could see the tension in every corded muscle as he raised his head defiantly at an unknown enemy, and his eyes seemed to see right through her, though the irises were blank.
And she was in desperate need of an actual flesh-and-blood man to obsess over.
She pulled out a stool from the working bench and sat facing him, her dinner in her lap.
“So how was your day?” she asked, twirling her fork in the pasta. The camera would record her eating—which was a no-no here too, so she’d be careful—but its position kept her face hidden, so nobody would see her talking to herself. “Mine was boring. Mom called, to tell me for the millionth time I should quit from any job that makes you come in on Dekapentavgoustos”—the fifteenth of August, the Assumption of the Virgin Mary, was a major holiday in largely Christian Orthodox Greece—“and go back home, to Ioannina. You know the drill. Find a nice guy, settle down, spawn a couple kids...” Certainly not work for a living, and especially not as a security guard. Not what a woman should be doing with her life was her father’s mantra when her job was mentioned.
The flash of gold that brightened the statue’s eyes was gone so fast, she must have imagined it. And his jaw seemed clenched a little tighter. Or it was the fact that the scientists working on him had cleaned his face and upper body, uncovering more details she’d missed before.
Do you want to go back home?
Where did that come from? As far as she was concerned, back home was only for Christmas and Easter. Summer was for Mykonos and Santorini and Milos, and any of the dozens of Greek islands with stretches of sandy beach.
The sense of relief that flooded her felt foreign.
She looked around, a nervous chuckle escaping her lips. She was alone. Of course she was alone. She and her Titan.
“Wish you were real,” she said. “You don’t seem like the kind of guy who’d be intimidated by a woman who speaks her mind.” Or by anything, judging by the fierceness in his blind gaze.
I’m not. I like a strong female.
The deep male voice was in her head. Lovely. Now her fantasy guy talked to her too.
She speared a meatball with her fork, securing the pasta, and brought it to her mouth. Not bad, though it could use more grated cheese. Her culinary skills were far from enviable, but she was improving. Mom would be proud.
“This is nice,” she said with her mouth full. Not like her Titan would mind.
She studied his stiff shoulders and tight chest. He looked like he worked out, but not at a gym. It was easy to picture him building a house with his own large hands.
Was all of him big?
Naughty. She smirked to herself.
The crew hadn’t fully uncovered him from the waist down. She’d heard he was found half buried in the bottom of the sea, near Rhodes. He could be a water deity—Poseidon himself—but a different name clung to her thoughts. Atlas. The Titan forced by Zeus to hold the sky in place.
Zeus couldn’t force me to do anything.
Her breath caught, as the mental image of him naked filled her head. His feet were planted at shoulder width, legs slightly bent at the knee and muscular thighs straining. His stomach was ribbed, his pecs and biceps bulging as he raised his arms over his head, balancing his invisible precious cargo. Even half-erect, he was long and thick, and when Iphigenia licked her lips, it wasn’t to taste the tomato sauce.
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Sotia shares her life and living quarters with her husband, their son, and two rescue dogs, one of which may be part-pony. Sappy movies make her cry, and she wishes she could take in all the stray dogs in the world.
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