Page 71 of A Touch of Chaos

She raised a knowing brow, and while Persephone knew what she was insinuating, she also felt like she was being left out of some sort of inside joke.

She couldn’t remember last night or the previous days, but she didn’t care, because Lexa was here.

“So, lunch?” Lexa said after an awkward pause.

“Right. Yes,” Persephone said and turned toward her desk. She was going to grab her bag when she felt Hermes’s familiar magic.

“Let’s eat!” he exclaimed as he appeared, blocking the doorway. “I am famished!”

“What are you wearing?” Lexa asked.

Hermes looked down at himself. “It’s holographic leather.”

“That sounds so hot,” Persephone said.

Hermes grinned. “Thank you.”

Persephone gave him a dull look. “That’s not what I meant.”

Lexa shook her head. “Why?”

“What do you mean why? Why not?” he asked, then he narrowed his eyes. “I’mfashion, Lexa!”

Persephone looked at Lexa, and they rolled their eyes together, then laughed.

Hermes glared, unamused. His shirt squeaked as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“You sound like a rubber ducky,” said Lexa, still laughing.

Hermes frowned. “What’s a rubber ducky?” He paused for a moment, and then his face brightened. “Is it kinky?”

“Yes,” Lexa said.

Persephone raised a brow, and Lexa turned to look at her.

“What?” she asked innocently.

“Nothing,” Persephone said as she bent to retrieve her purse.

“You better not be lying to me,” said Hermes, suspicious.

“I would never!” Lexa said.

“Are we going to lunch?” Amphion asked, popping into the office.

Hermes looked down at him and planted his hand against the doorframe by his head. “I have something you can eat for lunch.”

Lexa made a choking sound. Persephone groaned.

“Hermes, you can’t say those things to my employees.”

“He likes it!” Hermes said, defensive, and looked at him. “Don’t you?”

Amphion’s face was bright red.

“You don’t have to answer, Amphion,” said Persephone.

“Yes, you do,” said Hermes.

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