I winced at his choice words. For a god, Alex was more uptight than I remembered them being.
“I can take care of it.”
“And I’ll what? Hide in the closet like a damn creep while he tries to have sex with the overly flirtatious little sin keeper?”
Sin keeper?Hmm, that was my one job I supposed. I wasn’t very good at that job. Not at all.
“I said I can take care of it. And yeah, if you could just hide over in that small closet, that’d probably be for the best.”
His jaw ticked. Pent up words appeared to be stuck in his tight throat.
“I’m not hiding in a fucking closet. If you think this is such a fantastic plan, I intend to be front and center for the outcome.”
“And how am I supposed to explain an obnoxiously uptight god sitting in my room?”
“I’m not uptight.”
The way his lip curled back almost made me laugh but I bit my cheek hard to contain myself.
“And just tell him I’m your brother. I’m responsible for you. I’m not letting some mortal creep paw all over you on the first day.”
Was this god trying to protect my long-lost good name? It’d been gone for quite some time. No use trying to save what was left of it.
“Fine. Don’t get in the way.” A simmering part of me liked telling the mighty god what to do. It felt good to make demands for once. “And order me a drink while you’re at it.”
His head tipped back as a hard line pulled between his brows. “Yeah, I’m not doing that. I’m your guard, not your servant. You seem to have found an abundance of confidence. Figure out how to use room service yourself.” Once again, he clicked on the television without giving me a second glance.
I guess I should choose my demands more carefully.
Chapter Six
“You can’t wear that.” Alex seemed genuinely outraged by my dress.
Oh well. Sucked to be him.
“I think you’ll find I am,” I replied.
“Dora…”
“What’s wrong with it?” I demanded, smoothing down the fabric for no other reason than it’d draw his attention to my body. He’d made his position pretty clear on how much he liked me. Not at all, basically. So, it was only fair that I made myself as difficult as possible.
“You might as well be wearing nothing.”
“I think that’s the point.” I’d spent the afternoon reading women’s fashion magazines. And by reading, I really meant flipping through and looking at the pictures. Those things really insulted a woman’s intelligence. What were they thinking when they put them together?That we’re all idiots who only ever think about what to put on our bodies and how to please our men?
At least it had given me a good idea of what to wear. One that hadn’t involved the gods’ input. While the information was sort of useful, I also didn’t trust it all that much. It wasn’t outside the realms of possibility that Zeus would put the idea of wearing underwear in my head and try to tell me it was what everyone was wearing. I’d have believed it too. Maybe. It was hard to tell.
“He is…”
“Going to want to come back here the moment I ask?” I supplied. “Isn’t that pretty much the plan?”
He didn’t look very comfortable with me suggesting that. Which was going to be a problem. There wasn’t any room in our mission for doubt.
“What you’re saying is that it’s perfect then?” I tried again when he said nothing.
“It is,” he admitted quietly, his eyes raking up and down my body.
Now that was more like it. “Good.”
