The Protector

Chapter 4

Sara's POV

It is a common misconception that all sirens are beautiful. In fact we are actual very average looking. It's the eyes and our melodious voice that gets us in all the trouble. In fact that is exactly what happened to me. I was running a crew of men in the south pacific, you guessed it. A pirate ship. Well more like I would hustle rich men on Yachats out of their money on shore while the guys either striped or stole their boat after getting the location from me. Well I got myself into some trouble with a man who's soul was as frozen as the artic and got smart to my game. He hunted me down and during my attempt to hide I came across Janus. He protected me and gave me a way out. He really is a great guy. I offered him the only currency I had, my body. He denied it and just said 'You owe me one.' He got me a gig at the café as the night shift waitress. It is far from the glamorous life of yacht jacking millionaires but at least I still have my life. See sirens can be killed much easier than gods can.

So here I am covered in grease and ketchup, about to seduce a god. Honestly it is not as hard as you think, unless for some reason he is one of the loyal married one. Let's hope he is more like Zeus, horny and bored. Gods are no different then regular men when it comes to falling into temptation of a sweet voice and eyes the color of the deepest part of the sea.

At least on my end this shouldn't be hard to fake because Erebus is very handsome. He sat at the counter in what would appear to be a carefree position, one leg on the ground one on the rung of the stool with one elbow on the back of the chair with his hand supporting his head. He wore a navy blue quarter zip pullover over top a grey t shirt and khaki pants. His stormy eyes were carefully inspecting each customer. Every once in a while he would run his through his blonde locks, frustrated not seeing who he was looking for he starts studying the menu. Now is my chance.

"Find what you looking for." I use my siren tone on him. It is sweet and like each word caresses you heart.

He slowly pulls his attention away from the menu and brings his eyes to mine. His eyes twinkled as they locked on to mine, got him.

"Not yet, I don't think what I want is on this menu." A flirty smirk play on his face as he sat up in his chair and crossed his arms examining my body.

Now here is the thing about my siren tone, it makes you see me with the features that you see as most attractive. To each man I look different, which is what made me such a good thief. Unidentifiable, well for the most part.

I crossed my arms under my breast to make them pop a bit more. "What can, I, do for you?" I ask him, he doesn't break eye contact. Must be a booty man.

"For now I will just have a cup of coffee. Black."

"Sure thing." I turn to the coffee pot and bend down to grab a mug. Nice and slow while shifting my weight from one foot to the other. I promise I hear him say 'son of Hera' in a low growl. Oh yea, he is a booty man. I stand up, pour his coffee and make my way over. The short walk from the coffee pot to the counter and he watched each switch of my hips.

"Thank you." He takes a sip from the mug and groans like he is in pain and rubs his face.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

"Long day on the job is all. Missed my deadline and my boss can be, very unforgiving." He sighs and for about two seconds I feel sorry for him. It has got to be stressful being the kidnapping- murdering assassin- sidekick of Hades.

"I am due for my break and I am a great listener. Among other things."

His attention quickly left his coffee and was back on me. "Do tell."

"Hector," I call to the cook on the griddle. "Im taking my 15."

"Better make it 30." Chaos ruled in his eyes and desire dripped from his lips.