smile as his eyes remained on the mortal.
âIn the form of a man who is godlike. You, my dear Brother, are a god. So, what are you waiting for?â She shook her head at Apollo. Had he suddenly become dense? âI certainly am not what she desires, but she has bound me to fulfill her wish. You are my brother. The god closest to me in all of Olympus. That makes you the perfect god to rid me of this ridiculous problem.â
âYes, it certainly does.â His smile widened.
âOf course it does,â she agreed with him, noting his smug smile. Wasnât this really what he desired, too? Wasnât it just a few moments ago that he had been waxing poetic about Hades and his mortal lover? Now he had a chance to experience the love of a modern mortalâone who wasnât already enamored with another god. For an instant she wondered if this mistake might actually be more than a coincidence. She glanced surreptitiously around them. Could Zeus be plotting something? No, she rejected the thought. It had been her idea alone to bring her brother to the Kingdom of Las Vegas to cheer him up. Apparently, the impulse had been a good one. The old-fashioned seduction of a mortal woman ought to do wonders for his morose mood. Feeling rather pleased with herself, she rested a hand on his shoulder. âGo to her. Romance her. Take her to bed. Fulfill her every erotic desire. Just be quick about it. It would probably be best if Zeus doesnât hear about this. You and I can deal with Bacchus ourselves.â Then she added quickly, âYou probably shouldnât reveal yourself to her. It wouldnât do to have a mortal woman telling others how she managed to bind the aid of a goddess and invoke golden Apollo to her bed.â
He frowned at his sister. âOf course I wonât tell her.â
âExcellent,â she said, rubbing her hands together as if she had just completed a job well done.
âWhere will you be?â
âWell, I certainly wonât be with you!â She grinned and gave his shoulder a playful punch. âIâm going to have one more of those lovely martini drinks, and then Iâm returning to Olympus. Iâll meet you there tomorrow after the invocation has been fulfilled. You can give me a full report, and then weâll decide what to do about Bacchus.â She gave him a little push forward and watched him walk towards the mortal who had unwittingly bound the aid of a goddess. She patted her hair, which was, of course, already perfectly arranged. Apollo should be back to normal by morning.
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â. . . IF you want to grant my wish, bring me a man who is really godlike for a change.â
As she finished speaking, the hair on Pamelaâs forearms tingled like a jolt of electricity had zapped its way through her body. Wow! She smiled an apology to the waiter, who quickly cleaned up the mess sheâd made. She usually had a pretty good tolerance for wine, but her head was definitely feeling woozy. Good thing she wasnât driving.
âIâll bring you another glass, maâam,â the waiter said. Then he glanced at the tissue wrapped around her finger. âAnd how about a Band-Aid, too?â
âThank you, that would be nice,â she said, ignoring how flushed she felt. Heâd already turned away when she thought that she should probably have told him sheâd just cork the bottle and take it to her room. That would be the sensible thing to do. She fiddled with the tissue. She didnât feel like being sensible. Actually, besides being a little flushed and tipsy, she felt invigorated. It had been empowering to admit her desire aloud. Okay, the wine may have had something to do with it, but she liked to think that there was more to it. She had finally acknowledged something that had been unconsciously eating away at her for months, maybe even yearsâthat Duane had somehow invisibly branded her as Nonromance Material.