He hurried off, after I’d paved the way with some Benjamin Franklins, and I turned around and explored the penthouse, because why the hell not. Probably be the one and only time I could say I’d stayed this lux in Vegas.
Cronus perched himself against the window, staring out at the world below, and I ran through the three bedrooms, the bowling alley, the corner bar suite, and the huge private pool and Jacuzzi. “Well, shit,” I said softly, “the other half lives nice.”
Really nice.
But if I had to choose, I’d still rather spend gold dick bars on saving my whales and other marine life. This had been a necessity so we could get the private concierge service to get the tickets … so I wouldn’t feel too guilty … but not gonna lie, I was liking it. Still, tomorrow I would talk to Cronus about donating at least a grand to my favorite dolphin charity.
A knock sounded on the door and I rushed over to find a smartly dressed woman, her dark suit designer, blond hair slicked back from her sharp, angular features. “Hello, Mrs. Parker. We have procured both backstage passes for Jessell’s show and appropriate clothing,” she said. Her eyes were a dark blue, piercing as they assessed me like I was some sort of bug. I could tell she was wondering how I’d managed to afford the penthouse, and it was only when Cronus left his perch, silently crossing to stand at my side, that she seemed satisfied.
Like I was only here because the god of a man at my side paid for me.
Fuck you, lady. You’re right on the money, but no one needed to be judged this early in the morning.#Yeah #Okay #ItWasAlmostNight #ButStill
Cronus took the garment bags, all ten of them, and an envelope that she handed over, letting her fingers drag slowly across his. The giant oaf didn’t even seem to notice her change in attitude. Another hundred bucks on her flirting with him in three … two … on—
“I can extend your stay a few nights for a comped price,” she purred at Cronus, shifting closer. “We value guests such as yourself.”
He shot her that look he did so well, the one that said all humans should bow down and worship him. He was good at it because he really believed they should. Since he was a god to them and all of that. But blondie here didn’t know that.
“He’s not interested,” I told her bluntly, and her face went even more pointy as she glared my way.
She wanted to say something, her lips opened, but then she must have realized that she was in no position to abuse people paying thousands a night to stay in the hotel she worked for. I smiled sweetly, before I basically slammed the door in her face.
#MineBitch
Cronus was grinning when I turned to him, and it was lucky he was holding all of our current available clothing or I would have punched him in the dick too.#LikeFatherLikeSon #ManWhore
“I didn’t know you ordered clothes,” he said to me, still wearing that fucking smile.
“I like to think ahead,” I replied shortly, not really sure why I was mad at him. He hadn’t been flirting, but he also hadn’t told her to fuck off and he wasn’t even mine to worry about.
This was why falling for this … Titan … was a bad idea. We were from two different worlds. If I let him, Cronus was going to smash my heart.
And if I was really honest with myself, it might already be too late to prevent it.
* * *
Jessell’s eventroom was huge. A round, red velvet-lined space with two levels of seating. By the time we arrived, it was almost full, the lights dim with just some purple and blue mood lighting flashing around the edges. There was a stage with a dark red curtain across it, but no sign of the seer yet.
Cronus and I were in the upper VIP section, where only twenty seats—much wider and more luxurious than the lower levels—were grouped together. After the show, we’d get to use our backstage passes to meet her. If I could keep Cronus in check that long.
Cronus and I had not spoken much, and I tried not to feel hurt that he hadn’t bothered to comment on my appearance. Mostly because I’d never had a chance to dress up for him, and the silver sequined dress hugged my boobs and had a giant slit up my right leg, exposing most of my thigh. It was probably the sexiest thing I’d ever worn, and he’d barely even acknowledged it. I’d braided my hair over one shoulder like a slutty Elsa and he hadn’t said a word.#FuckingMen
Of course, I hadn’t commented on the black suit he wore, that they’d somehow found in his size, with the dark gray open-collared shirt that exposed enough of his hard, tanned chest to kill most red-blooded women. In my head, I’d ripped it off him five times already, and even now it was hard to keep my hands to myself.
He looked so different. Taller, more mysterious. And beyond beautiful.
My chest tightened, and I preferred to pretend it was because I was carrying around some asshole sins and not because Cronus was destroying me from the inside out.
Thankfully, the lights changed near the stage, and I could focus on the show and not Cronus. Our seats were great, right near the front balcony as I leaned forward to see everything that was happening below.
I’d forgotten that the back of my dress was basically nonexistent, most of my skin exposed. His hand landed on my spine and I closed my eyes, everything inside of me tightening, while moisture pooled between my legs.
One touch. One fucking touch and he about had me a puddle at his feet.
That spicy dark scent, masculine and intoxicating, caressed my senses as he leaned over, his voice a rumble in my ear. “You look fucking spectacular by the way,” he murmured. “Beyond human and god. You’re as stunning as a Titan.”
I knew that was the highest level of compliment Cronus was capable of, to see me as an equal, and it undid me.
