Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! Happy New Year!
This week’s word prompt is “year”.
So today we are with back with Demeter in the third Gods of DC book. And today we get to know her mystery man!
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**Warning - there are adult situations and language.**
He glanced over his shoulder before he filled the kettle with water and set it on the stove.
Demeter’s head tilted slightly as she took in the club around her, her hands folded in front of her on the bar. Freddy sucked a breath in between his teeth. He tried to will his thundering heart back to a steady beat. She was out of his league. She was a deity for fucks sake. He knew full well who Persephone's dad was. He didn’t stand a chance with her.
He reached for the ornate metal tin on the shelf above his head and popped the lid off. He scooped a few of the leaves into a diffuser and set it in one of the mugs kept by the stove. Once the water inside the kettle rumbled, he picked it up and poured it into the same mug. After doctoring it with a squeeze of lemon and a drop of honey, he scooped it up and took it out to her.
Her gaze never left his as she cradled the mug in her hands and took a sip. She smiled. “You are right. That is the best cup of tea I’ve ever had.”
“I found the leaves last year in a little shop in China. I wish I could say it was a business trip.” He shrugged to end his point.
Demeter frowned. “China?”
Freddy leaned his elbows on the polished wood. Anything to get a little closer to her without being obvious. “It was more of a fact finding mission. When conflict brews on a world wide level, Stella, Athena’s priestess, and I are sent to stir the pot, so to speak. We don’t start anything. We just instigate.”
Demeter set the mug on the bar as she but at her lower lip. It set off an urge deep in him to kiss her.
She looked away before she spoke. “So do you travel quite a bit with Stella?”
Freddy grinned at her. As the high priest of the god of war, he was attuned to certain emotions from others. One of the strongest he sensed was jealousy and it was coming off the goddess in waves. “We go as much as Stella’s girlfriend allows and as our bosses demand.”
Demeter looked back at him, her eyes wide. She picked up the mug in a hurry and hid her face behind it while she took another sip.
A moment passed between them before she spoke again. “For being British, your accent is not.”
“Because I’m not from England.”
“I can’t detect an accent at all.”
“With all the travel I do, I managed to lose it. I get mistaken of being American all the time.”
“I bet that drives the ladies wild. And your girlfriend must love it.”
He leaned even closer to Demeter. “No girlfriend. No lover. The girls who come here do nothing for me.”
“But you’re so young. How old are you? Twenty-five?”