Apollo smiled up at her as she poured for him, and she blushed.
He winked seductively, popping a grape into his mouth.
The siren stumbled like she’d almost fainted.
Spartans and creatures constantly approached the Olympian table, bowing low and kissing the top of the leaders’ hands.
Zeus didn’t pay them any attention.
His gaze was locked on the Chthonic table, sparks leaping from his eyes. At his feet, his lion swooshed its tail back and forth with agitation.
Lights flashed across Zeus’s face, cameras shuttering.
Why is no one naked yet?
I was bored.
And a little drunk.
Where is my granny (Demeter)?I pouted when I couldn’t find her because I really wanted to give her a big hug.
Worst-case scenario, meemaw killed me; best-case scenario, meemaw killed me.
It was a win-win.
While the scene wasn’t openly hedonistic, dim sconces cast shadows across the dozens of people dressed in finery, and there was a strange undercurrent in the room.
Hooded gazes.
Licked lips.
Lingering fingers.
On second thought, this would be averyawkward place to meet up with a grandma. I prayed we did NOT cross paths.
An Olympian heir approached all three of us, unbuttoning his shirt as he neared.
“Don’t even fucking try it,” Kharon warned him, stepping in front of me protectively.
“We should see what he’s working with first,” I said, just to annoy Kharon. “Before we turn him down.”
From the death glare Kharon shot back at me, he did not find this funny.Men just don’t understand comedic timing.
The Olympian smirked, undeterred. “Don’t worry … I’ll do a foursome. I love to share.” He winked.
“We’re open to it,” I told him (we definitely weren’t).
Kharon gently kicked me.
“Pull his pants down so we can see his penis,” Nyx hissed.
I kicked Kharon back, not gently.
“We arenotopen.” Augustus’s tone promised violent dismemberment.
“How would you describe yourself in the bedroom, introverted or extroverted?” I asked the man, like I was taking a sexual survey.
“He’d describe himself as … violently slaughtered,” Kharon said casually.