“Yeah, a real fucking crazy bitch too,” her friend Gloom suggests, and I smirk. His posture is relaxed. He’s far more comfortable in my realm than I’d expect of a newcomer.
I wonder why exactly Love brought him along. I glance over at him and back at Love before speaking.
“There are multiple tooth fairies, not just one. If there was only one, she would be overworked and in serious debt.”
Both the reaper and cupid across from me smile.
“Well, the safety of cupids is paramount, so I would suggest we only invite beings you don’t see as a threat?” Love suggests.
“Everyone minus the tooth fairy and the sandman, too much could go wrong. It’s important that this event is optional and that cupids understand that. There might be a bit of a culture shock with so many new beings entering the realm.”
My mind is already working around how many things might go wrong at an event like this. But I know Love is right, there are a lot of cupids and reapers alike looking for love and friendship who aren’t currently finding it. Breaking the barriers between our realms could change so many lives.
My job is to ensure that this realm runs properly, and creating more love matches will only benefit me. What do I have to lose?
“I suppose we can give this a shot. When did you plan on hosting the event?”
“June sixteenth,” she says.
Father’s day. I grumble in the back of my head. It’s honestly perfect. It won’t give me time to dwell on how I’m feeling about my estranged son.
“You’ll need to work closely with Ladybird on this project,” I supply. Love’s eyes go wide, while a smile takes over Gloom’s face. I suddenly watch him more closely. He’s handsome with his short hair and dark eyes. But more than anything there’s a different air to him. He seems eager in a way I haven’t seen from most reapers.
“Perfect,” Gloom replies, standing up and looking too happy to be working with my assistant, who is never kind to strangers.
I don’t like it.
I stand up too and adjust my dress shirt.
“I’ll… uh. I’ll be a big part of planning as well,” I say, feeling like an idiot.
But I’m not about to let this cocky, tight-bodied reaper roll up and steal the girl I’ve been secretly pining over for years.
The reaper tilts his head and looks me up and down.
“Have I told you how much I love Cupidale?” he says, more so talking to Love.
She lets out an exasperated breath and grabs her friend by the wrist and drags him out of the office.
“Thank you so much for your time. I look forward to planning this project,” she says.
Gloom resists her tugging motion as he looks me up and down, and I might stare at his tight ass when he finally leaves my office.
What the hell just happened? And why am I not upset about giving myself more work that I don’t have time for?
It’s the end of the day, and I groan, still not caught up on the never ending emails from different cupids. They want to be reassigned; they want to know how they can be nominated for an award at the next Love New Year.
They want and want and want.
What about me? What do I want?
I rub my eyes and head out to reception, regretting that I haven’t had a moment to speak to Ladybird this evening.
As I approach the door, I hear her voice.
“Seriously, it’s five. What inconsiderate asshole demands a meeting at the end of the day?” she says and I smile to myself.
“I can’t work at the candy store anymore, I just can’t do it,” the other voice replies.
