Kath glared at both Hades and Hermes. When she woke up in Hades’ massive bed all alone—not to mention incredibly sore—the two gossiping gods were the last thing she expected to find. She put her hands over her hips and the smooth material of the floor-length, black halter dress made of silk she found waiting for her in Hades’ cavernous bathroom after a quick shower. It felt luxurious under her touch but she couldn’t bring herself to thank Hades quite yet.
Those intense eyes stared at her, watched her with a darkening hunger that Kath was sure he was remembering their time last night. She fought the blush rising from her cheeks and the quivering of her thighs, her own gaze flickering between Hermes and him.
She wanted nothing more than to revisit last night with Hades; to make sure that t
