Page 6 of Matchmaking With Cupid

This was the kind of thing that needed to be taken to the boss. I glanced over at Cupid's office. I hadn't seen my boss since I'd matched with him, and I wasn't sure what I was supposed to say when I did. Should I acknowledge what happened or pretend it didn't? Especially when I had no idea if he even knew that we'd been matched.

I sighed and ran a hand over my face. There was no use dwelling on it. I'd already made the match, and now I needed to appraise my boss of the current situation. It barely mattered whether I thought this was a good idea, I had to go talk to Cupid. I got to my feet and brushed off my dress, hoping that I didn't look a mess. The last thing I wanted was to make a bad impression on Cupid, not because he was my match but because he was my boss.

No one paid any attention to me as I made my way over to the office door and knocked a couple of times.

"Come in."

I swallowed hard and made my way inside. Cupid was sitting at his desk, his dark curly hair messy from where he'd run his hand through it. He looked up and gave me a friendly smile.

"Do you have a moment?" I asked.

He nodded and gestured to the chair on the opposite side of his desk. I hurried forward and sat down, trying not to let my nerves show.

"Sir, there's been an alert."

"You don't need to call me sir," he responded. "Cupid is fine."

"Is that not weird?"

He leaned back in his seat. "It's your choice, Ms Finch."

"If I'm supposed to call you Cupid, shouldn't you use my name?"

"The choice is yours," he responded.

I studied him intently, trying to work out what he was thinking, even if that was impossible. "Eloise," I said eventually. No doubt he already knew my name, but it was good to be sure.

"It suits you," he responded. "So, there's been an alert?"

I nodded.

"Who is it?" he asked.

"Hades."

"How unexpected." An intrigued expression crossed Cupid's face, making me wonder if there was some kind of drama between the gods that I didn't know about. Which was a dumb thought to have, they'd all been alive for hundreds, if not thousands, of years and came from all over the world, there were going to be feuds and disagreements that I couldn't even imagine.

"I'm-I'm not really sure what to do with it now," I admitted. "This is the first time someone high profile has signed up since I've been here." That I knew about. They could have been assigned to one of the other matchmakers easily enough.

"When someone this high-profile is looking for a match, the best thing we can do is put someone who knows what they're doing on the case."

"I'll make sure to write up a report so I can hand it over," I said, getting to my feet. It wasn't like there'd be much to put in it with how recent the development was, but it would help with the handover.

"Why would you do that?" He studied me intently.

"You said..."

"I said that someone who knows what they're doing should be on the case. That's you, isn't it?"

I opened my mouth to protest and then shut it again. "I suppose." I sat back down, sensing that the conversation wasn't over.

"Perhaps we should work it together." He leaned forward on the desk and clasped his hands together while looking right at me.

I swallowed hard. "Together?"

"Yes. Is that a problem?"

Did he know about the profile match? It didn't seem likely, but why else would be suggesting that? It felt like an excuse for us to spend time together, but maybe I was reading into that because it was secretly what I wanted. Which I supposed was kind of the case. I wanted to know why the system thought we were a good match, especially because I trusted in the system and the matches it produced.

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