Adam had a type, and she wasn't it. He preferred willowy blondes with small breasts. Heck, they didn't even have to be real blondes. This was Cherry Hill, not Scandinavia. He awarded bonus points if the blondes in question were ice queens. Adam had a special skill for melting ice.
However, he couldn't stop staring at the woman at the other end of the bar. Adam couldn't understand what it was about her. She was short -- he estimated at most five feet without the heels. And she was packed with curves. She had a round face, full breasts, and thick thighs. Her dark hair was cut into a sleek, chin-length bob.
No, Adam decided, she was not his type. So, why couldn't he take his eyes off her? Why was she filling his entire field of vision? Most importantly, why was he walking towards her? He felt like someone else was in control of his body. Adam had become a marionette, with strings being pulled by an invisible puppet master.
As he drew closer, he heard her speaking to her friend. Her friend looked more like Adam's type, with long blonde hair and visible dark roots. Yet, he barely even registered her presence. He had to get closer to the shorter woman.
"You are not going to believe what Ted did." Her dark eyes sparkled as she spoke. Her friend leaned forward.
"So, what did he do?" the blonde prompted. "C'mon, Aysun, don't leave me hanging."
"Well, he --" Aysun was about to launch into a detailed explanation of what Ted did when she noticed Adam standing there. Her thin eyebrows furrowed. "Um, can I help you?" she asked.
"My goddess," Adam blurted out, then clamped his hand over his mouth. Where the hell had that come from? Not only was she not his type, but she definitely wasn't a goddess. Unless you called her a fertility goddess, with all those curves.
"Excuse me?" Aysun's large, dark eyes went wide.
"My goddess!" Adam repeated, then gasped. He couldn't control what was coming out of his mouth. This was bad. This was very, very bad.
"Did you just call her 'goddess'?" The blonde cocked her head.
"She's my goddess," Adam exclaimed. As soon as the words left his mouth, he slapped his hand over it. What the actual fuck was going on here?
Aysun put her hand to her forehead. "Oh, no," she moaned.
"Aysun, what's wrong?" The blonde put her arm around Aysun.
"I shouldn't have gone out tonight," Aysun muttered. "I knew it. I knew I should have stayed home."
"Why?" The blonde was perplexed.
"Because I'm ovulating," Aysun hissed.
The blonde's arm slipped from Aysun's shoulder. "Seriously, you believe that crap your grandmother spews about you descending from a line of fertility goddesses?"
"It's not crap!" Aysun countered heatedly. "It's true. And now this guy is in my orbit for the next day or two." She gestured toward Adam.
The next day or two? Adam was horrified. He couldn't imagine spending more than a few minutes with her. The only reason he would even consider speaking to her would be so she could introduce him to the blonde.
A voice in his head whispered, "She's your goddess." No, she's not, Adam wanted to reply, but the whisper was growing louder and more insistent. He gripped at his head. If there was only some way to get the voice out, some way to drown it out.
"Is he okay?" the blonde asked Aysun.
"I don't know," Aysun replied, staring at him raptly.
The voice whispered, "You must worship your goddess." Adam felt his knees start to buckle. He couldn't fight it -- his body was acting of its own accord. He began to sink to the floor. "I must worship my goddess," he murmured.
"Whoa, whoa!" Aysun cried, pulling him up. "What are you doing?"
"Worshipping my goddess," Adam rasped. He was beginning to lose the fight between him and the unseen force controlling his mind and body. The louder the whisper got, the truer it felt. This Aysun was his goddess. He had to worship her. The voice encouraged him. "Yes," it said. "Worship her." Adam began to sink to his knees again, this time of his own volition.
"We've got to get out of here!" Aysun hissed at her friend.
"But we just got here!" the blonde whined.
"Jen, we're making a scene," Aysun said through gritted teeth. She grabbed her purse and jacket with one hand and linked her arm through Adam's with the other.
Where his goddess touched him, pleasure bloomed. Even through his jacket sleeve, Adam felt a wonderful warmth. He would have swooned, except that would have made a scene, and he didn't want his goddess to be unhappy with him.
The trio stepped outside, Jen grumbling about how a perfectly good evening out was being ruined by a creepazoid. "Are you sure your brother isn't playing a prank on you?" she asked Aysun.
"I'm positive," Aysun said firmly.
Jen turned to Adam. "Yo, creepazoid," she said, waving a hand in front of his face. Adam ignored it. If the hand didn't belong to his goddess, it didn't matter.
Undaunted, Jen continued. "Did Zeki put you up to this?"
Adam didn't respond. It wasn't his goddess speaking.
