Page 8 of Charmed By Apollo

“This.” He waved his hand between the two of them. “And the fact that we?—”

“Fucked?”

“Yes, but?—”

“We don’t have to talk about it. It was sex,” she said with a shrug, though a knot formed in her stomach. “Sex between two consenting adults.” Clearing her throat, she turned toward the door. “Wait a few minutes before leaving, okay?” Without waiting for his answer, she scampered out the door and down the hallway, trying to put as much distance away from him as possible. Instead of heading toward the courtyard, she went the opposite direction, going farther into the castle.

She burst out into an open foyer, where various palace servants rushed by, perhaps too busy with their work to notice her. Still, she couldn’t help but feel self-conscious as if they all knew what she had done.

Which was fuck Apollo, God of the Sun.

She would have thought it was a dream or hallucination, but her thighs were still uncomfortably sticky from his come.

Her heart continued to hammer in her chest as she made her way toward the large door that she hoped was the exit. The sex, she had to admit, was out of this world.

But she couldn’t let it happen again.

It was a one-time thing.

Surely, Apollo felt the same way. The spark of lust between them had been temporary, an itch that needed to be scratched. Besides, she bet he slept with a lot of girls. After all, he’d been alive for thousands of years, and yet, he hadn’t taken a wife.

The thought of him with another sent a curious stab of jealousy in her chest.

Absurd.

Shaking her head, she made her way out the door, which thankfully did lead to the outside of the palace and straight into the street where most of the stalls and booths were set up. After wandering around for a bit, she decided the coast had to be clear and made her way back to the courtyard. To her relief, she found Persephone and Adonis right back where they started.

“… but I couldn’t find her,” Adonis said as she drew closer.

“Couldn’t find who?” she asked.

“Geri!” Adonis screamed. “You’re back! Where have you been?”

She shrugged. “Just around. How about you? You left us in the middle of setting up those lights.”

The human male rolled his eyes. “I’ve been up since too-fucking–early o’clock, helping you guys with the garden. I needed some sustenance. But—” Narrowing his gaze at her, he cocked his head to the side. “You seem…different.”

“Different? How?”

He tapped a finger to his chin. “Hmm…I don’t know, girl, but you have that ‘just fucked glow.’”

Motherfucker. Maybe the sonofabitch was part shifter.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Geri tried her best to sound calm. “Hey, are we done with work now? Can we please go and check out this amazing street party? I’m ready to get smashed on some ouzo!”

Persephone laughed. “I agree! C’mon, guys!”

Apollo took a sip of his wine, looking over the rim of the glass at the sea of people across the ballroom, scanning the luxuriously decorated hall for a certain someone.

Or rather, shifter.

Geri Andersen.

The woman who’d been haunting his every erotic daydream for the last few weeks. The same woman who seemed to ignore his very existence.

Fuck my life.

He couldn’t stop thinking about her, not since that mind-blowing encounter in the linen closet. The sex had been phenomenal and had rocked him to the core.

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