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of wine, a large plate of pasta to share, and two salads. “How does that sound?” he asked her.
    A dazed look of surprise spread over her face. “Perfect. How do you always know exactly what I want?”
    He grinned. Somehow he felt attuned to her and her wishes. It was an odd kind of feeling, but not at all unpleasant. “It’s a gift.”
    Hermes leaned across the table, running his fingers up her arm. “If you could go anywhere in the world right this minute, where would you go?” He knew his own answer only too well: to bed—with Penny.
    “Greece,” she said without hesitation.
    He laughed. He had to admit, of all the places, Greece would be the last on his list. He much preferred Greece the way it used to be, before automobiles, airplanes, and the death of Alexander the Great. “And why is that?”
    “The history, the mythology, the architecture. The islands, the shopping, the beaches. What can I say? I’ve always been fascinated.”
    “I can see that. Your eyes light up when you talk about it. I can see your excitement.”
    “What about you? Where would you go?” she asked.
    He suppressed what he really wanted to say and answered with his second choice. “Italy. I love the food,” he said, grinning as the waitress placed the pasta between them.
    He picked up his fork and spoon and spun a forkful of spaghetti until it was wrapped tightly around the tines, then he lifted it to Penny’s lips. She took the pasta in her mouth, then closed her eyes with a look of pure pleasure.
    “Yum. You were so right. This pasta is truly heavenly,” she said smiling.
    “I thought you would like it.”
    “You thought right.”
    He felt himself growing warm, his cock thickening as he watched her eat, as he watched each expression of delight that crossed her face. The sparkle in her eyes, the low throaty moans of pleasure. She was a passionate woman, and he longed to throw her down on the table and make love to her right there amidst the pasta and warm rolls. But he restrained himself. They weren’t on Olympus, where the gods thought nothing of the occasional fornication in public.
    Under the table, his leg made contact with hers. He had to touch her. To taste her lips once again. He wished he weren’t sitting across from her, but instead next to her. If he were, he would be able to feel her heat, to place his hand on her thigh, to stroke her ever so softly, tempting her to the point where she would grab his hand and place it over her sweet spot, knowing the pleasure he could give her.
    “I’m sorry, what did you say?” He hadn’t heard a word of her one-sided conversation. How could he concentrate on her words, when the mouth her words were pouring from was so tempting? Plump, moist. Hot .
    “I was talking about Greek mythology. Do you think there are still people out there who believe in the Greek gods?”
    He stared at her for a moment, his mind trying to switch gears.
    “Why do you ask?” he said, suddenly on guard. Why would she bring up the Greek gods? What had prompted this question?
    Her back straightened, as she seemed to perceive his change. She appeared very attuned to him, and perhaps a touch too perceptive. Instinctively he realized that he needed to watch his words with her.
    “I need to find a new angle for an article I’m trying to get published.”
    “An article you say?” he fished.
    “Yes.”
    “What about?”
    “My field, Greek studies. More precisely, about Greek mythology.”
    “And this article, is it important?”
    She nodded. “Immensely. I need something to impress the tenure committee at the university.”
    “And this tenure is important to you.”
    Again she nodded, her face turning solemn all of a sudden. “Critically so.”
    “And you think you can write something about current-day believers?”
    She shrugged. “Why not? It’s a new angle.”
    “If you can find people who believe.” He took a bite of his salad focusing on a spear of asparagus. Only now he noticed that