Cupid's Granddaughter

12 - Let's Bash This Party

A day before the bash Eros decided to tell me that the dress code was white. I didn't have time to tell Nate causing me to show up at his apartment earlier than I had originally planned.

He opened the door in nothing but a towel. He did have another towel in his hands that he was using to rub through his hair.

"Hey," he greeted as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

He walked away from the door leaving it opened. It took me a moment to remember how to walk. When the skill came back, I took a few steps inside and closed his door for him.

"Um..." I managed to say.

Nate was stood in the hallway looking at me expectantly. I adverted my eyes from his sculpted abdomen, and kept telling myself that I shouldn't be surprised. All immortal men were perfectly muscled but how many did I see on a daily basis? It didn't hurt to look, right? He was showing it off so obviously I was allowed to sneak a peek. Why was I here again?

"You need to wear this," I said closing my eyes and handing him the bag I had in my hands.

Nate took the bag and I noticed how our fingers brushed as he took it. I prayed to whatever god I could think of that his towel would not fall from his waist. Whatever I did must have worked as he nodded in approval at the contents of the back and then left to go into his room.

I breathed a sigh of relief when he was finally gone from my sight. I wasn't sure how long I could stand to be in his presence if he was going to look like that. Though it was something I wouldn't mind getting used to the sight. Whoa! Where is my mind at? I shouldn't be thinking thoughts like that...ever.

I shook my head and tried to set my mind straight. Nate came out of his bedroom a few minutes later dressed in the nice white button up shirt, white jeans, and (unsurprisingly) white tennis shoes.

"Why am I wearing this?"

"There was a last minute change in the dress code." I motioned to my own white sundress and high heels.

"I see," Nate muttered not-so-subtly eyeing my legs. It was a fair trade so I didn't comment.

"Are you ready to go?"

"Yes." Nate grabbed his personal things such as his cellphone and wallet. He wouldn't need them but I didn't care if he brought those things along. They were probably just a habit for him to have. He also grabbed the cheesecake I told him to make.

"Let's go," I announced. Nate agreed and held the door open for me. I led the way out to the curb quickly signaling for Harry's cab.

"Harry," I greeted once the cab arrived. We wasted no time in getting inside.

"Hello Peyton and guest," Harry replied. "You are my last ride for today."

"Then you will join the party?" I assumed.

"Yes," Harry replied excitedly. Nate watched out the window with complete amazement as the streets of Brooklyn began to fade.

"Where is this party at?" Nate asked taking in his new surroundings.

"In the Hall of the Gods," Harry answered for me.

"What's that?"

"It isn't a hallway like it sounds," I explained. "It's a huge circular room that looks like a museum. It has all of the Twelve Olympian statues and paintings. They don't look anything like the art work so they always enjoy presenting it as a big laugh."

"Cool," Nate muttered still watching out the window. I felt the car come to a halt and I took a deep breath before stepping out of the cab.

"So do we pay you?" Nate was asking Harry.