Page 42 of The Demigod Complex
At noon Castor opened the connecting door. “I have a lunch meeting,” he reminded her. She waved him out of the room and even waited an extra ten minutes in case he came back for any reason. When she was confident he was gone, she picked up the phone and dialed.
“Delilah. I need to disappear.”
“I was wondering when I’d hear from you.” Her friend didn’t sound surprised at all. Of course, Delilah had been the one to help her pick up the pieces and move on with her life last time. “What does Castor think?”
“He doesn’t know.”
“I think you should discuss it with him. He’s a demigod. He can protect you.”
“And add him to Kaios’s crosshairs.” The werewolf had shown, in her brief experience with him, that he didn’t fight fair, and he held a grudge. Gut instinct told her he wasn’t done.
Silence greeted her declaration.
Leia winced. Delilah’s only directive when she’d placed her in this job was not to fall in love with her boss.
“Like, that is it?” No sensor filled the other woman’s voice.
Leia winced again. She’d let Delilah down. “I’m afraid so.”
“How does Castor feel?”
“He’s in lust. And I enjoyed what time I could get with him.”
“I don’t blame you. Love, the real kind, not just lust that burns itself out in time, doesn’t happen as often as humans wish.”
“No, it doesn’t.”
“You’re sure it’s only lust for him?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. Let me work on a plan. I’ll get back to you later today.”
“Thanks, Delilah.”
“I only want you to be happy, Leia.”
Leia closed her eyes. Happy didn’t tend to be a goal of hers, but Delilah had been a true friend to her. “I owe you.”
“No, you don’t.”
Chapter Fifteen
Castor watched Leia work without alerting her to his presence. Sometimes being both fast and silent was helpful, such as when he wanted to sneak up on his assistant. He leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, and smiled at the look of utter concentration on her face. The gods had made an angel when they designed her. His heart squeezed at the mere sight. No woman had ever affected him this way.
A tiny shard of guilt pricked him at the realization that even Hilaera hadn’t caused this urgent need—not only to possess, but to protect, to cherish, and to care for—within him. He was like a teenager again, only more than he’d ever been during the short years of his youth before he’d basically stopped aging. The tiny tip of her pink tongue peeked between those berry-ripe lips. He wanted to see those lips parted in passion. He adored how she lost control with him when she was in total control at all other times. A stirring of desire had him shifting position, which caught her attention.
Her head came up. “Oh! I didn’t hear you.”
He smiled. “Sorry.”
She gave a mock glower. “Sneaky man.”
Once upon a time, she’d have used a meaner term than man. He took that as a good sign. Sleeping with him was a huge step, but that could just be physical attraction. They worked well together, and she’d admitted to having feelings for him. But feelings didn’t mean love, and she was acting strangely today. More…distant.
“Any plans tonight?”
He asked the question as casually as he could. Her only reaction was a quick check of the time. If she was about to do what he suspected, his nymph was phenomenal at hiding her true emotions.
