I’ve never been with a reaper after all, and he has very large hands and a very broody face. I zone out, thinking about all the things those hands of his could do to me. Things I’ve wanted but haven’t known how to ask for. Someone who can really take control and give me what I want.
He swipes his hand in front of my face and I look up into his dark sexy eyes.
“Three love arrows towards the people of my choosing.”
I tilt my head and inspect him.
“That’s… not what I was expecting,” I reply and he shrugs.
“Three of your love arrows and I’ll come to your love fest.”
“Deal,” I reply, holding out my hand, and the reaper takes it, his larger hand engulfing mine.
“I’m not wearing a suit.”
“I wouldn’t want you to. You didn’t tell me your name,” I reply. I want him to come to the party just as he is, every scary hot inch of him.
He smiles, this time truly showing his teeth, and I think I almost pass out with how good he looks. He tugs my hand, forcing me into his space. He doesn’t smell like sulfur or anything insidious, instead; he smells like cinnamon and vanilla. He leans down significantly to whisper in my ear.
“I thought it was obvious, little cupid. I’m Death,” he nearly purrs it in my ear. “I’ll summon you for my arrows.”
His body warmth leaves me immediately as he wisps away in a plume of smoke.
This is either the most brilliant or the stupidest thing I’ve ever done. But either way I can’t deny I’m more than eager to fulfill my bargain with Death.
Amore and I are partnered today; we’re at one of the local gyms looking for potential love matches. I love trolling for love and lust at the gym—everyone is already worked up, hot and sweaty. I’ve watched so many people fuck in the locker rooms here. Now that I think of it, a good hot lust filled show might help put me at ease over the impendingreaper meets cupidball situation.
“I can’t believe you actually convinced a reaper to go with you.”
“His name is Death,” I say dreamily.
“Daddy Death,” Amore jokes, making me blush.
This is what happens when you have a little too much champagne and tell your bestie your deepest fantasies. She knows what she did, but I bypass her comment. Even if I’m currently thinking if Death could fit the bill of having Daddy vibes. A reaper who wants to take charge and dote on me? I think I’d be in heaven… or maybe Hell, I’m not sure.
“He’s so hot too, Amore. Like in this dark, broody, sad boy kind of way. I think I’m in love,” I tell her jokingly. Maybe not… I’m a love-crazed lunatic just like he said.
“I’m surprised he didn’t want more than just three love arrows.”
I shrug and watch as the two women on the treadmill try to suss out if the other one is straight or not, it’s precious. I givethem an extra push by loading a lust arrow into my bow and hitting both of the women, alleviating some of their hesitancy.
They both slow down their treadmills and begin really talking, touching each other’s arms and exchanging numbers.
With any luck, they’ll be in love and live happily ever after, or at least I’ll be able to get a good show in the ladies’ locker room this evening.
I smile and turn to Amore, who is also smiling widely.
I might have an absolute vendetta against my stupid ex-boyfriend, but I truly do love love. I mean, it’s my name for a reason. I believe in it wholeheartedly, and maybe it’s the fact that I so desperately want it for myself that I’m going through all this trouble to show Eros up at the event.
“Good catch.” Amore grimaces and looks away towards a couple that’s lifting weights together.
“What are you hiding, Amore?” I ask, poking her with my bow.
“It’s nothing.”
I poke her again and she squeals.
“It’s just a rumor. It’s stupid. It’s not even worth mentioning,” she says.
