Food for Thought

Ares rubbed his forehead as he waited for Magda to make the next move.

He’d fucked up. He hadn’t meant to lose his temper with her but her constant attempts to push him away when he knew, deep down in his soul, they were meant to be together was frustrating as hell. He pulled a drawer open on his desk and looked in as a single knock hit his door.

Jake walked into his office and flung himself down on the sofa. “I don’t like being your messenger boy.”

“Consider it a punishment for being such an asshat yesterday. You searched her purse. How did she look?”

“Tired and sweaty. She was leaving the gym. She was surprised but the look she shot me across the parking lot was something else.” He paused and grinned, “she flipped me off.”

Ares chuckled, “she has quite a temper.”

“Which makes me worried for you. She could snap and stab you.”

Ares grimaced at hi