Page 148 of A Touch of Chaos

The merry tone only set Dionysus on edge, but he was right to be suspicious. As he pushed open the door, he found Hermes’s ass in his face.

Well, not literally.

He wasn’t naked, though he might as well have been. The leggings he wore were skintight and left very little to the imagination, and his crop top was basically just sleeves.

“What are you doing?” Dionysus asked.

“What does it look like?” Hermes asked, staring at him from between his legs.

Dionysus couldn’t meet his gaze.

“Torture?” he ventured.

“A downward dog,” Hermes said as he straightened and then bent over backward.

“As I said,” Dionysus replied.

“You should try it.”

“I’ll pass,” Dionysus said.

“You’re just jealous I’m more flexible,” said Hermes.

“I’m not sure jealous is the right word.”

“Aroused, perhaps?” he suggested as he tried to get back on his feet but fell on his ass.

“Not in the least,” Dionysus said.

Hermes frowned. “Well damn,” he said, standing and brushing off his hands. “What do you want?”

“I need to locate a few pirates,” said Dionysus.

Hermes narrowed his eyes. “Are you sure this isn’t a sexual thing?”

“Has anyone ever told you how annoying you are?”

“Do you want my help or not?”

“I’m seriously reconsidering,” said Dionysus.

“Well, that’s just fine,” said Hermes with a huff. “I don’t have powers anyway. Why do you think I’m doing yoga?”

Dionysus glared. He knew Hermes didn’t have magic, but he also knew that all gods had at least one magical article. Hermes was no exception.

“You have sandals,” he said.

“You want my sandals?”

“I can’t teleport to the ocean, Hermes.”

“My sandals are relics! They belong in a museum, not on your feet!”

“If that’s true, then where are they?”

“Like I would tell you!”

“You forgot about them, didn’t you?”

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