Page 5 of Hades
Grabbing my purse, I make my way back toward the elevator, tapping my foot impatiently as I wait for it to arrive. Everything here is so slow. In hell, everything is nearly instantaneous. A snap of my fingers and I had whatever I wanted. It’s only been a few short minutes and I already miss it.
After a few minutes of the floors ticking off one by one, it finally reaches my level. The door slides to the side revealing a group of couples holding hands. They stare up at each otherwith disgustingly adoring looks. All except for one single male in the back corner.
He’s at least 6’4”, with blond hair cropped short on the sides and the longer top is combed over, not a stray hair out of place. His blue eyes are nearly as icy as mine. His dark suit on his lean but muscular build and the slight stubble on his razor sharp jawline is very alluring.
My fingers make a subtle sweep across my mouth to check for drool as I scoot to the corner near the front and keep my gaze forward.
The compulsion to continue gawking at him starts to rise, but I push it down. I’m here to find a man but that’s not going to happen if I make a fool of myself with the first hot guy I find. Even the queen of Hell needs options.
Now the elevator feels even slower. With his presence so close, time seems to stand still. Each second has the tension rising. It may be one sided but damn if every cell in my body is ready for him.
A few couples exit every time the elevator doors open, slowly emptying as each floor passes.
Even as the space opens up, the hottie in the suit is still tucked into his corner.
His eyes are locked onto me, I can feel a warmth spreading through me at the idea. The urge to turn to him and throw myself in his arms is so overwhelming I have to force myself to stay in my spot. My palms start to sweat as I ball them into fists, refusing to let him see what he does to me.
Every fiber of my being is yelling for me to go to him.
In an attempt to keep it together, I hold my breath for what seems to be an eternity, until the doors open to the lobby and I make my exit quickly, not daring to look back.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
No mortal or soul haseveraffected me in such a way. Could he be the one I’ve longed for all these years? My mate? My other half? Will I finally be complete?
Even when I was with Seph, my body didn’t feel a pull to him, just to be near him or have him touch me.
Is this what desperation feels like?
Damn, Lainie was right, I need a man.
It still amazed me that my brothers and I opened the 4 Horses. All these years on the earth and we finally turned the dream into reality. But this day to day crap is so dull, just thinking of what I have to do has my temples aching already. I longed for the battlefield and blood.
My first stop for the day is the security room for the hotel. Once I verify that Monte, the attendant on duty, is alert and all the monitors are working correctly, I start to bid him good day when my eyes stop on her.
In the middle of the lobby, a blonde in a dark cocktail dress strolls around. I order Monte to zoom in and he eyes me for a moment but does it. I notice the wonder in her eyes as she approaches the black horse statues that dominate most of the empty space. The crowds of people racing around her don’t deter her from stepping closer to admire the horse.
I watch her with a strange fascination. Her beauty doesn’t compare to that of any other woman I’ve ever seen. She’s captivating, her presence demanding my attention. But it’s more than that. The way she carries herself reminds me of a Greekwarrior that my brothers and I fought alongside. It’s been decades since I’ve seen a woman that I wanted to know more about.
Fuck, I am War, destroyer of millions, and I’m smitten from an image on a computer monitor? What the hell is wrong with me?
Shaking my head as if it will rid her from my thoughts, I return to my duties. Maybe the mundane will snap me back to reality.
Next stop is the cash office, before the meeting with the board and our special guests arrive.
My feet carry me to the nearest elevator. I sigh in relief when I see that it’s blessedly empty. My plastered smile fades into my normal grimace. This happy facade is too much to bear some days, today being one of them.
I want to kick myself for getting onto a guest elevator as it starts to fill up with each new stop. Couple after smiling fucking couple step in, holding hands and all goo goo eyes at each other.
I find safety in the farthest corner of the elevator. At least until we stop on the sixth floor.
The doors slide open to reveal the knockout from the lobby. She offers no fake smile, simply joins the couples party. I love that she doesn’t put on a fake grin like so many others. As her gaze lands on me, color fills her cheeks.
Do I affect her too?
Her blonde hair is loose around her shoulders, the blue streaks she added match the color of her eyes. I’ve seen plenty of dyed hair in my years here but she somehow makes it look classy and ethereal.
Then there’s her ass. Fuck, I’d love to sink my teeth into that.
