Chapter 4 – The Reward Part 2.
Desiree stretched, arching her back. Her body felt slightly sore but in a good way. Remembering she is not at home she smiled and opened her eyes.
He is not here.
Looking around she saw a note left on his pillow. She reached out for it, bringing it in front of her to read.
"Desiree, you looked so peaceful and beautiful sleeping in my bed early this morning I didn't have the heart to wake you. I had to run into work for the morning. Feel free to stay and make yourself at home and I will see you early afternoon. If you can't stay please leave your number. I would really love to see you again."
She got up and headed to the bathroom for a quick shower. It was about 8:30 and she needed to go into work too. She guessed being in construction his day must start very early.
She would be late, but it would be fine as long as she made her 10 am presentation. No one gives the money maker a hard time. She thought about what she learned last night and smiled. He was hers, not the other way around. Then she started worrying.
Yes, she had faith her mother had led her to the right man, one that could fall for her like she fell for him. Into something lasting. But this was not a fairytale, he may be the perfect man but a real relationship takes work. Sharing the Goddesses love and succor for a night? Easy. Natural for her. Sharing a lifetime of human love? Even with a sure thing it would take work.
That really wasn't what she was worried about. She was a hard worker after all. Took care of business. It was the thought she could screw it up. She knew how to be a demi-goddess and all that entailed as a servant of Aphrodite. Not how to be a girlfriend in a long term relationship, much less a wife and mother. She was 32 and had absolutely no experience in this area of life.
Reward? Yes. Scary? Hell yes!
Desiree giggled at how silly she was being. How hard could it be? Yes, this wasn't in her Goddesses hands anymore but that doesn't mean she can't go to her own mother for advice does it? Feeling a bit better now that she was able to ground it in her faith, which she had an abundance of, she finished washing up. She got last night's clothes on and quickly penned a note and her number.
She headed out and ran by her condo on the way to work to change. She managed somehow to get to work at 9:40 so no problems there.
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Desiree had a terrible afternoon. She kept wondering if Mike would call her and when. She kept spacing out and missing what the people around her were talking about. She did say in the quick note she had to work until 6 tonight, so he probably won't. Crap. She is acting like a love struck mortal. Poise and grace she firmly reminded herself as she trained her focus to what was happening around her.
She had better focus for the rest of the day and the time flew by. Before she knew it she was heading out of the parking garage and on her way home, her phone out on her passenger seat. Just in case he called. Ugh. She was doing it again.
What happened to the confident demi-goddess who held men as putty in her hands? Loved them and set them free, better for having met her, but under control. Oh, yeah, that's right. She fell in love. Being a demi-goddess? A lifetime of experience. Being in love? 18 hours and counting. She snorted at herself as she pulled into the parking garage at her condo.
She knew this was new for her, as a demi-godess on a mission it was still possible for her to screw up. That had even happened to her a couple of times, luckily it was salvageable. However those 14 years doing it had given her a lot of confidence.
Desiree assumed the same held for this, just because they were perfect for each other, and he was picked for her by Aphrodite, did not mean she couldn't blow it. She knew she was in for a bumpy ride as she learned the human side of things, but had faith it would work out, for the most part.
At least it was Friday night. She had all weekend with him. If he called. Crap.
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Mike picked up his cell phone, and then put it back down. Chicken shit, what is that the twentieth time today? Where was the guy with all the confidence last night? Well, that was when it was just a dance on the line. This had got complicated fast.
He thought about waiting until tomorrow, he had blown it before by calling a woman too soon afterward. Fucking dating rules. When he got home at 2 pm he had found the note she left.
"Had a wonderful time, looking forward to your call. Working until 6 –Des"
Under that her phone number. Mocking him.
He wasn't normally like this of course. But Desiree... She had knocked him for a loop last night. She had to be the sexiest and most beautiful woman he has ever seen. He imagined if he never gets to see Aphrodite he would never see anyone more beautiful.
So he asked her to dance. The cheesy pick up line spewing from his mouth, but sincerely.
After that the more they talked, flirted and even joked around she had somehow managed to worm her way around his heart. That hadn't happened to him in a long time. Years. Sure, more recently he had felt attraction, had fun and very much enjoyed the company of other woman. But it never worked out.
But her, she ensnared him. Great dancer, and graceful. Leading with her was easy, it was like dancing with air as she effortlessly followed his queues. Then, when he was already practically lost, she blew his mind in bed. Then, when we were about to...
She had called him love. He thought it was a slip, a symptom of lust combined with good sex. Problem is, it made his heart beat faster, and lose control as he emptied himself inside her. Yes he was already on the edge, but it was obvious to him that was what shoved him over.
Shortly after when she fell asleep in his arms is when he realized. How in the hell had he fallen for a woman in less than 24 hours? When he woke at 5am to go to work he didn't even give a second thought to leaving her in his home, it was only later he realized the trust he had automatically extended to Desiree.
So there he was, every 15 minutes after 2pm picking up his phone. Deciding that, no she is at work, don't want to be a stalker, or bug her if she is working. So he put the phone back down. Once six rolled around the excuses he gave to himself got weaker. She is probably driving. She just got home. He needed to give her a minute to decompress from the day.
And now Mike was worried about dating rules? Bullshit. He never went for that crap. He wasn't going to start now just because the stakes where higher. The question though is if she does. Then he finally decided he needed to call, if it scared her away he would deal. He was done with this chicken crap. 5 hours of it had been long enough.
