Page 2 of Matchmaking With Cupid

"Well, yes. I know that," I mumbled.

"Good work," he said. "And that was fast. How long have you been here again?"

"Four months, give or take," I responded.

"Impressive. Well, keep up the good work," Cupid said. "We're lucky to have you on our team."

My heart skipped a beat at his praise. I wanted to be good at my job, and here he was making sure that I knew he'd noticed. I wanted to make a good impression on my boss, especially when he had the power to decide whether I would continue to work here.

"Thank you," I said when I remembered that I should probably acknowledge the compliment.

Cupid smiled, the gesture lighting up his surprisingly youthful face. I had no idea how old he was, but he was certainly older than he looked. He headed back to his office, leaving me to my work just as some of the others arrived for their work days.

Hopefully, I'd be able to use the successful match and my boss' praise to motivate me through the workday.

Chapter 2

ELOISE

The office was buzzing with chatter as the various matchmakers asked for advice and swapped stories about their clients. I didn't have much to contribute at the moment, but it was interesting to listen to, especially when it told me a lot about what kind of pitfalls to try and avoid when I was dealing with particularly difficult clients.

I leaned back in my seat and took a sip of my coffee while thinking about the day ahead. I wasn't in the process of inducting anyone new into the matchmaking process, and I was up to date on all of my check-ins.

It seemed like general busy work was my plan.

Sasha made her way over, a mug cupped in her hands. "I saw you made a match already."

"I did." I pointed out.

"It's impressive." She took a sip of her tea. "You've got to be pleased."

"I am. But the matchmaking system is really the thing that made a difference here. Without it, who knows how long it would have taken me to match the two of them up." I'd like to think I'dhave managed to do it without Cupid's algorithm, but there was no denying that it was an excellent system and it made things a lot easier.

"It's a good system." She perched on my desk. "Ever thought of putting yourself in?"

"What? No. Of course not," I protested, though it wasn't the truth. I'd thought about it just about every day since I came here. "Why would I do that?"

"Because it's expensive and we have the opportunity to do it for free. Besides, don't you want to know if there are any gods out there who would be good matches for you?" She waggled her eyebrows at me.

"Who did you get?" I asked curiously. We'd been building up a friendship in the four months since I'd arrived in the office, so it seemed like it was a safe question to ask.

"Hera." She wrinkled her nose. "I don't think I'll be going there."

"I didn't realise Hera even had women ticked as her preference," I mused, thinking over everything I'd heard about the Greek goddess. It wasn't much, but it was enough for me to know that I wouldn't want her as a clientoras a match.

Sasha shrugged. "Neither did I."

"Are you going to do anything about it?"

"Nah, I just wanted to know which god I was most suited to, not because I actually wanted to date one. That's way too much drama for me. But if you don't think it's accurate, then you should leave the filter on and do a proper search. Not that it'll make much of a difference on your end."

I rolled my eyes. "That's not true." There were people in the system who didn't want to date women, and the filter would remove those for me.

"So, are you going to do it?" she asked.

"You're not going to stop until I do, are you?"

"Probably not." She drank more of her tea and smiled at me.

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