Can’t Think, Can’t Breathe, Part I

I can’t stop thinking about Apollo.

Since he showed up that night at Mystic, I haven’t been able to get him out of my head. Every time I try to practice singing, I can see his soft smirk and feel his heated stare on me. It’s driving me crazy! I haven’t gone out once since that night, and I’m tired of it. I’m Aphrodite. I HAVE to go out to keep myself from going stir crazy. And sexually frustrated.

Here I am, in the middle of an A-Harmony interview, still thinking about him! 

I never, and I mean NEVER, let myself get distracted during one of these meetings. It’s so unprofessional. It’s important to listen to each client to get a real sense of their personality and preferences. You want to make the perfect match the first time around, no matter how long it takes. That’s what I built this business on, and that’s what I expect it to thrive on.

But there’s no way I can finish this interview. I glance at my phone and fake a little gasp. “Sir, I am so sorry, but there’s an emergency that I have to attend to right away. I’m going to send in one of my associates to continue here with you. I hope you’ll understand.”

The man, Dave, nods his head. “No, of course, go ahead.”

I smile magnanimously. “Thank you so much for understanding.” I walk out of the room before darting to the welcome desk. “Silvia, I need you to take care of Dave for me. I need to get out of here.”

“Where are you going?” she calls after me as I run to the elevator.

“I’m going to take care of a little problem of my own.”

“Are you gonna need backup?” she calls after me. 

“Not today, darlin’!” I storm out of the office. “Not today.”


I’m not thinking straight. I’m trying to stop my body from moving forward, but my heels keep click-clacking against that tile floor all the way down the hallway to the elevator. The left one keeps tapping impatiently as the elevator descends one floor. Then I’m striding into the House of the Fallen Sun without a second thought. 

But of course, I can’t stop myself from freezing when I see Apollo. He’s standing center stage, with his back turned to me, going over the lighting with one of his staff. He’s pointing to the rafters and describing some sort of angle for the set later that night, but all I can see is the muscles in his arms flexing.

Really, girl? You couldn’t have stopped yourself before we walked in here? Seriously?

I begin to slowly back away from the platform stairs, hoping to slip away. But I immediately bump into a table behind me; I cringe at the soft scoot it makes. The noise is just loud enough to catch Apollo’s attention, and his smirk takes my breath away. Oh gods, he’s moving towards me. What do I do? Say something! Come on, you’re the goddess of love; you’ve done this a million times before. 

“Hi.” Oh, greeaaaat job. That wasn’t awkward at all.

“Hi,” Apollo wiggles his eyebrows. “Don’t you look lovely today?” I blush and angle my head slightly away. “What brings you down my way?”

I don’t exactly know how to answer his question. “I…I want to tell you…that…I’d like you to leave me alone. Don’t pop in on me when I’m singing; don’t follow me out to any more singing engagements. Once was enough! I’m tired of you invading my thoughts, and whatever magic you’re using, I would appreciate it if you stopped.” I cross my arms. There. That was good. 

To my horror, Apollo only chuckles low. “Darling, I haven’t used a single thing on you. Any thoughts you’re having about me, you’ve been having all on your own. Not that I blame you.” He smirks lightly. “Which brings me to my next question. Would you like to have dinner?”

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Aphrodite (Cady Hammer)
Aphrodite is written by Cady Hammer, currently revising her debut YA fantasy novel, Chasing Fae. She is also the author of Fluff About Fantasy, a blog to aid fantasy writers in the writing process and to get people excited about her work.
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