The moment I promise, however, Ladybird comes strolling into the restaurant with a fuck me power suit on, with Cupio hot on her heels wearing a too tight dress shirt, with the sexiest harness spread across his chest.
What the fuck did I just promise Love?
Cupio pulls out Ladybird’s chair, and she sits down like she fucking owns the place.
I want her to own me.
“Gloom,” Ladybird greets me, acting like Love doesn’t even exist.
“Lovely seeing you again, Ladybird,” I tell her, resting my chin on my palms. Her lips twitch in amusement, and I glance over at her boss, who doesn’t seem as amused. “Great seeing you again, Head Cupid,” I tell him sweetly, and the older man blushes.
It’s precious.
“Ohhhkay. Shall we get started?” Love says in that lively way she always speaks. She hands out a pink packet to each of us and clears her throat. “I’ve listed in detail everything that we need to make this event happen. The only thing I really need is budget approval and a way to get all of these beings into the realm.”
“We can create a portal with the invitation. As long as they have the invite, they can come and leave Cupidale within a forty-eight hour period,” Cupio says, licking his finger and leafing through the papers. “This proposal is really well thought out, Love. Good work.”
When he compliments Love, Ladybird arches an eyebrow and glares over at my cupid friend.
Interesting. It seems like there might be some already pent up tension between the two cupids I find myself interested in. Love has all but said that cupids are more than eager to share. Could it be possible that I could actually have them both?
“Love is brilliant,” I say, and it only takes a moment for Ladybird to turn that glare on me.
Hot, intense, and jealous? What fucking luck, and I didn’t even need a magical shamrock to be blessed with this gift.
“Most beings of the veil have so much money, they don’t know what to do with it all. Why don’t you have a cover-chargeor at least a cash bar to help cover the cost? Cupidale shouldn’t have to fund the entire gathering,” Ladybird says.
“How much would your time cost?” I ask, and Love kicks me under the table. “Ouch, asshole,” I hiss at her.
“That’s a great idea, Ladybird. Perhaps all the vendors of Cupidale would split revenue to support the event?”
Cupio grunts his agreement, clearly liking the idea of supporting the local businesses and not dipping into his realm’s vaults to pay for the event.
“Ladybird is great with handling vendors and has all of their information,” Cupio says, and Ladybird perks up.
Oh yeah, there’s definitely something going on between these two.
“Are you two a couple?” I blurt out and Love smacks her forehead next to me in frustration.
Ladybird looks over to Cupio, and he glances back at her.
“Okay. Great. Well, all the key points are taken care of. Ladybird, I’ll send you an invite list and a list of vendors. We’ll hold the event outside in the main park. If you need anything else, just summon me,” my cupid friend says, before popping out of existence.
Wing-woman, my ass.
Cupio glares at me, and Ladybird stares at him.
“Ladybird is my assistant,” he says, clearly against his will.
What a stupid cupid.
“Then you’d be all right if I asked you to dance?” I tilt my head over at Ladybird.
She licks her lips, and a smirk takes over her lips.
“I’d love to dance.”
“You would?” Cupio replies, and I can’t tell if it’s because she rarely dances or because she’s interested in me.
