Page 49 of Poseidon's Island Flower

Zeus cleared his throat, passing me by and standing in front of her. “Do you remember what I said, Aphrodite? That you wouldn’t make any rude comments and you would try to be understanding?”

Aphrodite scoffed, laying her nail file on the table. “It’s hard to be cordial when Poseidon took my memories from our encounter. How am I to help him if I don’t know what to work with?” She shrugged.

Aphrodite was the one goddess I’d tried to gain affection from. We had a brief courtship. She thought my shyness was a ploy to get her into bed, but she was wrong. When she found out how utterly clueless I was about the female body and how to give them pleasure, she threw a fit.

Once I saw her body, I froze, and she waited for me to take her, and I just…didn’t do it to her satisfaction. I made her forget with a special potion from Hecate and slipped it in her wine before she left.

“It was for the best. You were not impressed with me anyway,” I concluded as I sat down on the opposite side of the room. “Nothing happened worth recalling, and you went on your way none the wiser.”

Other than I spilled two times before I could even have any intercourse with you.

Aphrodite pursed her lips, leaning forward. “Well then, let’s get on with this, shall we? I don’t have all day to teach you the female anatomy and where to touch to get your mate off. I’ve got a club to run.” She clicked her nails on the coffee table and stood up to straighten her dress.

Wait, what?

“You are working now instead of shacking up and mooching off someone? How unlike you,” Zeus snarked.

Aphrodite scowled. “You’re just sore because I’ve never let you touch this.” She waved a hand over her body. “And now your brother gets to. Come on, Poseidon, let’s go to your room. I don’t do shows.”

I mumbled curses under my breath, holding onto the couch to keep from moving.

“Shocker,” Zeus muttered, and Aphrodite smacked Zeus’s face.

I opened my mouth in shock, ready for Zeus to come back with yet another snippy remark.

“I deserved that,” Zeus sighed. “That was unprofessional of me. I apologize, Aphrodite.”

Aphrodite jerked her head back, her scowl shifting into confusion. “Excuse me?”

Aphrodite and Zeus had an interesting relationship. They were both promiscuous, or at least they used to be. Zeus had kept histhingin his robes, but with Aphrodite, I was uncertain. I wasn’t above the surface enough to know.

Could she be finished with her promiscuous ways as well?

“I know you are not like that, Aphrodite. We both have made mistakes. But I cannot deny the fun in poking at you.” Zeus smiled.

Aphrodite sighed, running a hand through her perfect hair. “I enjoy making fun of you too, Zeus. It is quite odd. I’ve denied you so many times, and you are a handsome god, but I loved riling you up too much to stop. You would get so angry, and electricity just sparks above your head. I was about to ask you if the deity Pele knew you were here.”

Zeus shuddered, rubbing his hand over his face. “Please don’t let her know I am here, she was quite angry when I left last time.”

“Pretty sure that’s how the Hawaiian Islands were created.” Aphrodite winked.

Zeus chuckled, grabbing her hand, and kissed the back of it. “I’m glad you got some entertainment from my misfortunes. Now, I don’t think Poseidon wants you to take him to his room.” Zeus looked around at Aphrodite to see me cowering on the couch.

My eyes went wide, and I shook my head quickly. No, no, that is not what I wanted at all. “I don’t, um, no–”

Aphrodite threw her head back and cackled.

“Oh, this was too fun. Thank you for inviting me, Zeus.” She wiped a tear from her eye and sat back down on the couch. “We really all need to get together more often. Not just mating ceremonies.”

“Was that a joke?” I pointed to Aphrodite and looked to Zeus.

“Still trying to figure that out,” Zeus said, sitting down next to me.

“Of course it was a joke, you twit. I’m not pulling out my breasts and letting you fondle them. I’m here to show you how to romance her, not lick her clit until she shakes her legs like she’s got two vibrators stuck up each hole. No, I’m here to help you woo her!”

“Mother Rhea,” Zeus swore and leaned back on the couch.

“Woo?” I asked

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