Page 37 of Releasing the Gods
Because if the world was ending, I was not going out on a dry spell, and who better to break the drought than a fucking god.
Ignoring me, he started to undress while walking to the bathroom. His shirt was tossed to the ground, giving me an ample view of his muscular back.
Yum.
I swallowed hard.
“Order three pizzas. Extra meat for Hound and me.”
His pants dropped next.
Meat. He’d said meat.
Focus.
I shook myself, ready to slap my own face if that’s what it took to get out of this trance.
“Are you sure you don’t want a nice vegetarian pizza?” I tried to keep him talking in the hopes he would drop his boxers and give me a glimpse of that tight ass.
He glanced over his shoulder, glaring at me with the fire of a thousand burning suns. “Extra meat or I’ll cut off your hair.”
My mouth popped open and he walked into the bathroom and shut the door, breaking the spell he had over me. I noticed that we had a little more room in our bond now than that first night when I showered. That would make life a little easier with my naked god wandering around.
My eyes flew to Hound.
“So you want me to order you a pizza with dead animal flesh on it? You have zero conscience about that?”
Was he smirking at me?
Fucker.
“No meat for you unless you’re nice,” I whispered to Hound.
The beast growled low in his throat and I winced.
“Just kidding.”
Picking up my phone, I ordered three pizzas. Extra meat for the boys.
After Cronus and I had showered, separately, we dug into the pizza. I ate a whopping three slices of kale and pineapple pizza before feeling stuffed while Cronus and Hound inhaled their entire pizza each plus mine. He painstakingly took the time to peel off the kale, calling it an abomination. Now we stood over a crudely drawn map Cronus had made.
“Alright, first stop, we need to awaken Rhea. She’s tied to the first sin.”
My eyes bugged out of my head. “Rhea ... your wife?”
Cronus gave me a look. “Ex-cheating-lying-wife. Yes.”
Oh my God, there was enough drama with this guy for him to have his own daytime TV show.
“Okay … so tell me, what are the odds I will make my shift at the Crab Shack tonight?”
#GirlNeedsToPayRent
Cronus looked at the hellhound as if they were having a joke at my expense and then back at me.
“You will not return to thatjobuntil all nine sins are back in their box.”
Okay. Fair Enough.Glad I’d texted Shauna, then.
