“Then pull up your bright, shiny, pink pants and find another fucking job. The Head Cupid doesn’t have time for your petty bullshit.”
I rest my forehead against the door, my cock getting hard as I squeeze it from the outside of my pants, willing for it to go down.
Her efficiency and willingness to fight for me just does it for me. I don’t really care what anyone else thinks about Ladybird; I know under that hard, take-no-shit surface there’s a sweet girl who deserves to be taken care of.
If only she’d let me.
I’m not naïve in the fact that if anything happened between Ladybird and me, it would take some major navigating. We both like being in charge, but if there’s anyone worth making it work for, it’s her.
I take a few deep breaths, waiting for the elevator to ding, before I open the door. She gives me a soft smile. Her smiles have only been reserved for me lately, and it’s gone to my head.
But Ladybird is beautiful.
She’s tall, and the pantsuit she wears, along with her heels, accentuate her height as she stands. She unlocks her purse from her desk and tosses it gracefully over her shoulder. Her light-pink hair is in a high ponytail, but I like it best when she lets her naturally wavy hair spill over her shoulders.
I’ve always had this vision of wrapping my fist in her hair and gently tilting her chin to finally give her a kiss.
If it were anyone else, I would have made a move by now, but I just can’t risk our working relationship. I need her to make the first move.
She smiles at me again, nodding toward the elevator. I’m always in awe of how beautiful her face is, especially when I get one of her rare smiles. Pink rimmed glasses always frame her bright pink sanpaku eyes. She changes the frames every day, but they rest on a perfectly straight nose. Her high cheekbones are dusted in freckles and her lips are always a deep shade of pink.
She’s as stunning as she is terrifying to the cupid community at large.
“How was your day?” I ask her and she shrugs her shoulders.
“Better than most,” she replies, and I tilt my head at her.
“Oh, is that so?” I ask as we both walk over to the elevator.
“Love and Gloom seemed happy when they left your office. I’m assuming you agreed to their proposal?” she says, avoiding my question.
I automatically tense. She remembered the reaper’s name? Ladybird would usually say something like that reaper, a death dealer, or something else contrite. But no, she remembered his name.
Fuck.
“I think it would be good for the cupid community to have an event inviting other beings of the veil. What do you think?” I ask her and she glances up at me.
Gods, she’s beautiful.
“I think people don’t realize how much you care about Cupidale, and I hope that this shows them just how great you are,” she says softly in the safety of the elevator. She clears her throat after saying it. “I’ll make a reservation for four at L&T for tomorrow night so we can begin planning.”
My heart sinks when she automatically goes back to work mode after such a heavy compliment.
As we step out into the pink glittery streets of Cupidale we take one last look at each other before parting ways for the evening.
I’ve gotta figure out how to make sure this reaper doesn’t steal my girl while assuring that this event goes off without a hitch.
“You didn’t think it was pivotal for me, your fucking matchmaker, to know that women were on the table?” Love says, pacing back and forth in the breakroom as we all stare at her.
Her boyfriend, Death, is smiling up at her like she’s the second coming of Christ, while Juliet sits on Mors’ lap listening to her tantrum.
“Men are usually the ones dishing out what I’m looking for. Plus, there aren’t many female reapers to choose from. But that cupid, Ladybird, did it for me.” I sigh out her name dreamily.
Juliet, another cupid who has infiltrated Purgatory with her charms, gasps. “You’re into Ladybird?”
“Who’s Ladybird?” Mors, my best friend who feels more like a sister, asks at her cupid girlfriend’s astonishment.
“Only the most intense, meanest cupid in all of Cupidale,” Juliet says, and I give her a shitty look.
