Page 11 of Falling for Ash
The Aphrodite?
Nah.
But she is gorgeous.
And that body.
Holy moly!
“It’s me alright,” the beauty replied with a wink. “And thanks for the compliment, but I understood you liked men?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah, I do. I mean, I think I do?—”
How could she answer a question like that to the Goddess of Love herself?
Even more troubling was the fact she was even considering this to be real.
Was Gabby really buying into all this?
She shook her head, feeling confused and a little overwhelmed.
“There are strict rules for the speed dating. No touching, licking, kissing, biting, basically nothing ending in ing unless you or your date is invited to and permitted to do so, of course,” Aphrodite said with a sly wink, looking back over her shoulder at Gabby.
How she navigated the stairs in her lethally high stilettos was beyond the shorter, rounder woman who was struggling to keep up.
Speed dating.
Her?
What was Mim thinking?
It was almost as unbelievable to conceive of as the notion that she, Gabriella Keen, Sunday school teacher and all around goody two shoes, was a Werewolf.
You are a Wolf.
Grrr.
She stopped midstep and closed her eyes, trying to get her growling bits, as in her Wolf and her stomach both, to shut the flub up.
Sigh.
She really needed to start cursing. But dang it, she just couldn’t. The f word turned into all sorts of silly things like funk, flub, flap, and furp. The s word often became shoot, the b word stopped at bit, and so on.
“Gabby, right? Look, dear, the rest is all easy to follow. You sit, drink, chat, sniff, see if you click. And if you don’t, just move on when the timer dings.”
“Wait, what? Sniff? Ding? Huh?” Gabby’s eyebrows disappeared into her hairline. She inhaled a breath, then another, trying not to hyperventilate with this new and sudden influx of information.
“I’m sorry, I meant no offence,” Aphrodite replied, looking properly chided. Heck. This woman had pouting down to an art.
“I tend to forget my manners sometimes, but honestly, Wolves and other Shifters tend to sniff out their mates. Something about the Fates lacing their pheromones with something that triggers awareness when their destined mate is near.”
“Look, I don’t know what is happening here. Is this real? Was Mim serious? And are you really leading me to some underground speed dating thing?”
“Honey, I gather you haven’t changed yet, is that right?”
“But I did change my dress?—”
“Not your dress,” Aphrodite whispered, taking her by the arm and pulling her down the last few steps.
