Page 12 of Achille's Earth Angel
Achilles glowered at him. “I would never harm Angel. And I’m not a God, just an immortal.”
Ange laid her hand on Alex’s arm. “The guest room has an outside door, so he can come and go through there,” she replied with a smile. “It’s sort of like a separate quarter, and that’s where Dad had workers stay from time to time.”
Alex’s gaze ran up and down Achilles, taking his measure. Finally, he asked, “Do you think you could teach me a few tricks sometime? If you were the greatest warrior that ever lived, you must have some dirty fighting techniques.” He grinned suddenly, feeling his humor returning after all the unpleasant things, and pleasant ones, too, which had happened today.
Achilles looked doubtful. “Well...I can...I guess, but I don’t want to hurt you. Mortals are pretty weak and easily destroyed.”
“I can hold my own,” Alex replied frankly. He glanced towards the water. “Do you think those two will be back?”
Achilles frowned. “Not likely. Not after Poseidon gets finished with them. Epaphras is spoiled and determined though, so I’ll keep an eye on Angel until we’re sure he’s given up.”
Alex nodded. “I’m headed back to town then. You’ll be sure and return the car to its owner?”
“I’ll make sure she gets it back,” Ange cut in.
“You better get a driver’s license if you’re going to be driving,” Alex added dryly, nodding at Achilles.
“Driver’s license?” Achilles asked, his brow wrinkling. “What’s that?”
Ange laughed. “It’s a piece of paper that says you know how to drive a vehicle on the roads. Don’t worry, I’ll give you lessons and then we’ll go into town and take the test.”
“Lessons...right,” Achilles replied, his eyes narrowing at her. “There are certainly some lessons that need to be learned here.”
Alex watched in amusement as Ange tossed her head. A slight flush colored the delicate skin of her face and her chin shot up. He knew she didn’t like being told what to do. And of course, if history was correct, Achilles came from a time where women were expected to obey.
He chuckled and headed for his car. He’d heard Achilles ask her why she didn’t stay put, and he could read the signs as well as anyone. His cousin and this Achilles were attracted to each other. What would become of it was anyone’s guess. Nothing, apparently, if Zeus had his way. Then again, love had a way of forging through the toughest knots, even withstanding the test of time if it was strong enough. Judging from what he’d seen today, which no one would believe, anything was possible.
Chapter 4
Achilles waited untilAlex was out of sight, then turned to Ange. “I told you to stay at the house, Angel. Why didn’t you?” He hadn’t missed the delicate flush of her face and neck and knew it was from temper and embarrassment. She’d completely understood his meaning regarding lessons and didn’t like it at all. A very willful Angel, he decided, his lips thinning. He was used to being obeyed when he spoke and her temper didn’t set well with him. Perhaps a well-spanked bottom would sweeten her attitude.
“I don’t take orders from you, Achilles,” she replied, her face getting pinker. “In fact, you now take orders from me. I hired you to feed the goats, so that’s what you need to do since it’s feeding time. Oh, and fix the latch on the front gate, it’s broken. You’ll find a toolbox in the garage...”
Her words were cut off when a strong arm looped around her waist and secured her under his arm, putting her into a bent position. When Ange felt her pants and panties sliding to her knees she began to struggle with outrage. “What are you doing? Stop that! Don’t you dare...”
The rest of her words died in her throat when a stinging, fiery pain erupted in the middle of her bare butt cheeks. And then another and another.
