Page 5 of Matchmaking With Cupid

"Sounds a bit like your orgy idea," Aine joked.

I thought back over some of the ancient festivals I'd seen and just shrugged. "I suppose so. But it always got Lupercus going, and I wasn't going to complain about that."

She snorted. "I'm sure. I know a thing or two about dating a fertility god."

"Who said anything about dating?"

"You're such a romantic." It was almost possible to hear her roll her eyes as she spoke.

"I am, actually." I wasn't about to get into the details of my relationship with Lupercus. It had been complicated at best and I was still impressed that we'd managed to keep most of the details to ourselves. "Did you know we've had seventeen successful matches so far?"

"Mmm, I do read your reports," Aine responded. "Which is why I want you to organise this party."

"Got it." I didn't really see what else I could say in response considering she was technically my boss. Though perhaps the next time I found myself in a position to accept a job from another god, I was going to say no. "Anything else?"

She shook her head. "I'll have Damien send over a guest list."

"Isn't he the one dating Aphrodite?" I asked.

"Yes, but he still works for me andisn'ta Greek god. Isn't that your criteria?"

"I suppose so," I conceded. Perhaps it was still a little too close to comfort when it came to proximity to the Greek pantheon, but I had nothing against Damien himself. "All right, fine. Send him over for a meeting."

Aine nodded and gave me a friendly smile. "Great, thank you, Cupid. I think it's going to be a successful event."

"Mmm." I was sure it would be, even if I hated the idea.

"All right, I'll get out of your way now. Let me know if you need anything else."

"I will do."

She got up to leave and I leaned back in my seat, letting out a loud sigh. I hated the idea of a Valentine's Day event. It wasn't my kind of celebration to begin with and really had nothing to dowith me. But I did understand where she was coming from when she said that she needed a love god to take the helm. I just hated the idea that it had to be me.

A ping sounded from my computer, and I frowned. It didn't normally do that. I opened up the notification, surprised to see that it was from our matchmaking algorithm. And that it had matched me with someone newly inputted into the system. I moved through to their profile and raised an eyebrow as I recognised the photo on the screen.

Eloise Finch smiled at the camera, her dark hair curling around her shoulders. It was only her staff photo, but it still caught the sparkle she had in her eyes whenever we spoke.

I knew my staff uploaded themselves to the matchmaking system, there was no reason for them not to when they worked with it every day, but I'd never once matched with any of them. I scrolled down to read more of her profile, even though I knew I probably shouldn't. There weren't a huge amount of surprises until I got to the section about immortality. It wasn't a question I'd ever asked humans, but a system that was trying to match gods and paranormals together, it was necessary.

She was a witch, which made sense after what she'd done with the papers the other day, but she also said she wasn't opposed to the idea of immortality, and her reasons were good ones. I'd never given much thought to which of my staff would be willing to take on a long life and which wouldn't, so it was interesting to see one who would.

I scrolled down further, getting to the preferences section and realising that this wasn't the kind of information that I should be privy to if she hadn't told me about it. I knew some of my staff did searches without the filters on, but that wouldn't have flagged it like this.

Which meant that the matchmaking algorithm had decided that we were truly a good match, at least as far as its numbercrunching allowed one. I was intrigued but closed down the profile without doing anything about it. I was her boss. If she wanted to do something about it, then I was sure she'd let me know. Right now, it wasn't my place to pursue her, even if there was a part of me that wanted to.

Chapter 4

ELOISE

A notification from the matchmaking software popped up, and for a moment, I thought it was going to be another match for me. Not that I'd done anything about the first one. Technically, I had the admin powers available to me to dismiss it, but I didn't want to risk that in case Cupid had also seen it and got insulted that I didn't want to do anything about it.

I closed my eyes and groaned. How had I gotten myself into this position? I should be excited about the potential match, but instead, I was worrying about the implications of being matched with my boss.

I looked across at where Sasha was sitting comfortably in her chair, chatting on the phone with one of her clients.That'show I got into this mess.

Even though it was difficult, I ignored my racing thoughts and clicked through to the program, relieved to find that it wasn't anything about my profile, but the notification of a name that was flagged as being a high priority if they ever signed up to one of Jinx's events or services.

Hades. The god of the underworld or whatever it was he actually did. I wasn't too sure about that. It was intimidating even to look at the name, especially when I knew it had come through to me because I was the matchmaker who was next on the list for a new client. But I couldn't deal with someone this high profile.

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