picking her up?”
“Seven thirty. Her place.”
Good. Eros nodded. “You’ll make sure she has a good time, right?”
“Of course,” Harry said, sounding insulted. “I know exactly where to take her. She’ll love it.”
“Great.” Nothing to worry about, then. He could go home tonight, open a bottle of wine, and put his feet up. It was all taken care of. Annie wanted Harry, and by the end of the date, Harry would be halfway in love with Annie, too. He couldn’t avoid it. She was pretty, and sweet, and fun to talk to, and she had great legs, not to mention great taste in shoes…and maybe by the end of the evening, those legs with those shoes would be wrapped around Harry’s waist, the same way they’d been wrapped around his own yesterday, and Harry would be the one with her ass in his hands and his mouth down the front of her dress—
“So tomorrow I get Brita, right?” Harry interrupted, just as Eros’s inner monologue was getting interesting. It was probably a good thing, since the direction of Eros’s thoughts was giving him great pause. In fact, the look he directed at Harry was dark enough that the mortal took a step back and lifted his hands.
“Whoa. It was just a question, man.”
“Yes. If you take Annie out tonight, and show her a good time—” Although not too good, or Eros would be tempted to do something about it. “You’ll get to take Brita out tomorrow.”
“Seven o’clock, right?”
Eros nodded.
“Great.” Harry rubbed his hands together.
“But first you have to take Annie out.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Harry waved it away. “I’ve got it covered.”
“Good. I’ll leave you alone to get things set up.” He wasn’t sure how much longer he could look at Harry and not succumb to the temptation to hit him.
“Set what up?” Harry said.
“You’re going to dinner, right? Don’t you need reservations?” Somewhere with soft music and tinkling fountains and romantic lighting. The sort of place a man took a woman like Annie. A limo, or at least a cab for the ride there. She shouldn’t have to take the subway. And maybe a bouquet of flowers to hand to her when he picked her up?
“Oh,” Harry said. “Yeah. I guess I do. Thanks.”
“No problem. Just make sure she has a good time.”
“Sure,” Harry said. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything.”
He headed down the sidewalk whistling. Eros scowled after him before crossing the street and heading back to his own place of business. And he made very sure not to look across the street at the dog bakery on his way past, just in case Annie should see him and call his name.
He was just about to duck through his own doorway into the agency when he heard her voice. “C’mere, sweetie.”
The tone—so warm and coaxing—was like an arrow to the groin. The tiny hairs at the back of his neck rose, and farther south, something else stirred.
He looked over his shoulder and saw…nothing. The outside of the bakery was empty, and there was no one within twenty feet of him.
“Annie?”
“That’s right,” she cooed, her voice dripping with sweetness and honey. “Come and get it.”
Come and get what? And where the hell was she? He’d be there in a heartbeat, no problem—anything she wanted to give him, especially in that tone of voice, was fine with him—but he had to find her first.
Her voice continued, as much of a verbal caress as he’d ever heard. “What a good boy you are! That’s it. You want more?”
“Annie!”
There was a scramble, and then her head popped up behind the row of garbage cans at the entrance to the alley, her hair disheveled and a streak of dirt on one cheek. “Ross?”
He took a step closer. “What are you doing?”
She hesitated, face flushed. And then she seemed to make a decision. “Come and see.”
It wasn’t delivered in the same come-hither tone she’d used earlier, but he’d take it. The way he was feeling right now, he’d take pretty much anything she
“Seven thirty. Her place.”
Good. Eros nodded. “You’ll make sure she has a good time, right?”
“Of course,” Harry said, sounding insulted. “I know exactly where to take her. She’ll love it.”
“Great.” Nothing to worry about, then. He could go home tonight, open a bottle of wine, and put his feet up. It was all taken care of. Annie wanted Harry, and by the end of the date, Harry would be halfway in love with Annie, too. He couldn’t avoid it. She was pretty, and sweet, and fun to talk to, and she had great legs, not to mention great taste in shoes…and maybe by the end of the evening, those legs with those shoes would be wrapped around Harry’s waist, the same way they’d been wrapped around his own yesterday, and Harry would be the one with her ass in his hands and his mouth down the front of her dress—
“So tomorrow I get Brita, right?” Harry interrupted, just as Eros’s inner monologue was getting interesting. It was probably a good thing, since the direction of Eros’s thoughts was giving him great pause. In fact, the look he directed at Harry was dark enough that the mortal took a step back and lifted his hands.
“Whoa. It was just a question, man.”
“Yes. If you take Annie out tonight, and show her a good time—” Although not too good, or Eros would be tempted to do something about it. “You’ll get to take Brita out tomorrow.”
“Seven o’clock, right?”
Eros nodded.
“Great.” Harry rubbed his hands together.
“But first you have to take Annie out.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Harry waved it away. “I’ve got it covered.”
“Good. I’ll leave you alone to get things set up.” He wasn’t sure how much longer he could look at Harry and not succumb to the temptation to hit him.
“Set what up?” Harry said.
“You’re going to dinner, right? Don’t you need reservations?” Somewhere with soft music and tinkling fountains and romantic lighting. The sort of place a man took a woman like Annie. A limo, or at least a cab for the ride there. She shouldn’t have to take the subway. And maybe a bouquet of flowers to hand to her when he picked her up?
“Oh,” Harry said. “Yeah. I guess I do. Thanks.”
“No problem. Just make sure she has a good time.”
“Sure,” Harry said. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything.”
He headed down the sidewalk whistling. Eros scowled after him before crossing the street and heading back to his own place of business. And he made very sure not to look across the street at the dog bakery on his way past, just in case Annie should see him and call his name.
He was just about to duck through his own doorway into the agency when he heard her voice. “C’mere, sweetie.”
The tone—so warm and coaxing—was like an arrow to the groin. The tiny hairs at the back of his neck rose, and farther south, something else stirred.
He looked over his shoulder and saw…nothing. The outside of the bakery was empty, and there was no one within twenty feet of him.
“Annie?”
“That’s right,” she cooed, her voice dripping with sweetness and honey. “Come and get it.”
Come and get what? And where the hell was she? He’d be there in a heartbeat, no problem—anything she wanted to give him, especially in that tone of voice, was fine with him—but he had to find her first.
Her voice continued, as much of a verbal caress as he’d ever heard. “What a good boy you are! That’s it. You want more?”
“Annie!”
There was a scramble, and then her head popped up behind the row of garbage cans at the entrance to the alley, her hair disheveled and a streak of dirt on one cheek. “Ross?”
He took a step closer. “What are you doing?”
She hesitated, face flushed. And then she seemed to make a decision. “Come and see.”
It wasn’t delivered in the same come-hither tone she’d used earlier, but he’d take it. The way he was feeling right now, he’d take pretty much anything she
Similar Books
