“With Ashton?”
“Zavier.”
“Would it not be better to focus on one of them at once?” he asked.
“And draw this out longer than I have to? No, thank you.”
Finishing in the closet, I gave one glance to where my box was hidden, before returning my attention to the annoying god blocking my path to the bathroom. I had a plan to pamper myself, and I’d bought the goodies to do it. No one, not even a moody protector god, was going to get between me and a nice hot bath.
“Excuse me, please.”
He didn’t step aside immediately. Just looked at me with a heated gaze which made me start to think thoughts I shouldn’t. I pushed them aside. Not only would he never reciprocate anyway, but he was off limits as my protector.
Judging by his sour attitude he’s probably a poor lover. Probably all one sided. Not very giving.
Yes, that was what I’d continue to tell myself.
Not even going to think about how good his body would feel held over mine.
Nope. Not going to think about it.
Only when we were face to face with a fraction of an inch between us, did he step aside.
Just in time too. I’d been tempted to kiss him. I’d probably better get my bath now.
Or a cold shower.
Chapter Ten
My reflection looked back at me, surrounded by harsh white light. My hair tangled around my face. Big eyes looked far more innocent than they were. High cheekbones reminded me of what little nourishment the gods offered me during the long lifetime I’d lived.
I was definitely no Kiki.
Ugh! Why was I even comparing myself?I’m the only woman on Earth surrounded by beautiful men and whining about the situation.
Banging shook the door, making me jump back from it.
“Almost done?” Alex’s stern voice boomed around the white tile bathroom.
I pushed open the door and came face to face with him once more. What did Alex have to be so moody about? His godly authority was too respected? His face was too perfect looking? His muscle tone was too sexy?
My gaze lingered a bit too long on the planes of his chest. I swallowed hard just as his eyes opened. They narrowed on me as my eyes swooped up from the chiseled lines that veered down into his briefs.
“I’m going on this date.” His words distracted my attention.
“What? No.”
“Yes.” His stare dipped to my tight black pants before meeting my eyes again, “It’s been two days and your little box of miseries is miseryless.”
Miseryless.
Who did he think he was making up words? Shit, he wasn’t Shakespeare.
“Fine. But try to stay out of my way.” I stood with an arrogant stance, but he brushed past me, his smooth chest skimming against my breasts.
The friction of it made a shiver shake through me and suddenly my confidence wasn’t nearly as strong as it was a moment ago.
“I’m dressing you, too.”
