“Charming.Gloom can sit in the waiting room like a good boy, unless the Head Cupid invites him into the meeting,” I say to the two of them.
Gloom doesn’t stop looking at me, and Love’s jaw drops ever so slightly.
“I’ve made some miscalculations,” Love says to no one in particular, but looks back and forth between me and Gloom.
I raise my watch and tap it at Love.
“You’re late.”
“Right,” she says, looking back at Gloom. “I’ll call you in once I talk to Cupio,” she assures him.
She opens the door and heads toward Cupio’s office as the reaper stands before me.
“I said sit,” I tell him sharply, and I watch as his throat bobs. He follows my direction, taking the seat that faces my desk.No one ever chooses that seat.
I smirk to myself, liking that he’s listening but also doesn’t seem afraid of me. Unlike so many of the cupids who don’t dareto make eye contact with me, or turn around the moment they see me stationed at my desk.
He crosses his arms and watches me with rapt attention until I can’t stay silent any longer.
“Is there something you’d like to say?”
“I just haven’t met a cupid like you,” he says, glancing down to where I have my ankles crossed.
I swallow and stand, my heels clicking as I walk over to the reaper. I bend forward, my hands clutching the arm of each side of the chair, and lean in.
“How many cupids have you met?”
“At least two dozen,” he replies.
I’m not sure why a pang of irritation and jealousy ripples through me as I look into his half-lidded brown eyes.
“None of them intrigued you?” I ask him, and he shakes his head.
“I have very particular tastes,” he responds.
“What? None of the death collectors are looking for an obedient reaper to boss around?” I clock him instantly.
I watched as he stilled when I called him a good boy and told him to wait out here and sit down; he enjoyed it, probably as much as I did.
He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing dramatically as he licks his lips and looks at me.
I lean in closer, noting that he smells like cinnamon and other mouthwatering spices.
“Am I wrong?” I ask, nearly a breath’s width away from his face.
The door opens behind me, and I don’t move as Love clears her throat.
“Gloom, you can come in now,” she says.
The reaper’s eyes meet mine for me to tell him what to do and a smirk takes over my lips. “Go to your meeting,” I reply, backing away and strolling back to my desk.
Gloom’s eyes don’t leave my form until Love basically grabs his arm to drag him into Cupio’s office.
“I thought you were gay,” she hisses.
“No, I just like to be bossed around,” he replies, and I grin to myself.
“Oh my gods, just get inside.” Love shoves him into the office.
