Their Human Mate

Greek Gods

Ember

It was a Sunday morning. The sounds of the city were loud, but I was used to that already. I had only been here one week and had gotten the apartment settled to my liking. I went shopping yesterday for new clothes for every occasion I might need. I also bought a laptop and created a new email address. Tomorrow morning, I would be going in for an interview at the Moonlight restaurant.

I did some research on the restaurant and was very surprised by what I found. This restaurant was unlike anything I had ever seen, I thought, as I looked at the photos. It was huge, painted all white with red trim. I didn’t see any photos of the inside. I assumed this was one of those exclusive restaurants that took your phone at the door.

I looked up the owners out of pure curiosity and came across two of the most handsome men I had ever seen. Good Lord. He sure did take his time when he created these men. They were both wearing expensive-looking suits. The one on the left was named Carter Moonstone. He was your typical American-looking guy, with short, wavy blonde hair. Even through his suit, I could tell he worked out a lot. I don’t know what it was about him, but something inside me wanted to grab him off the screen and pull him into bed with me.

I turned my attention to the other one, who was equally as handsome. I could see they were best friends, but if they were brothers, he would be the older one for sure. He sported jet black hair and was slightly bigger in build. Just like the first, I wanted to grab him right off the screen. I had no idea why I felt this way about either of them. Dark thoughts of being with each of them — and then both of them — started flooding my mind. I shut the laptop fast. After everything I had been through recently, I was not about to let my hormones get the better of me. Especially if I got the job and they became my bosses.

I went to the closet and decided on a black pantsuit with a red shirt underneath, paired with black heels. I set everything out and went to sleep. I woke up the next morning and got ready. After my shower, I dried my hair. It was naturally glossy and wavy when dry. I decided to sleek it back into a high ponytail.

Makeup or no makeup? I wondered. No makeup would be best. I would be cooking anyway, and I wanted to be as authentic as possible — especially considering I was already faking my name and background. After I finished getting ready, I drove to the restaurant, about thirty minutes from where I was living. I had gotten my window fixed by a cheap mechanic I found, so I wouldn’t get any more strange looks.

As I approached the restaurant, a valet greeted me. I was twenty minutes early for my appointment, so I let him park my car. A greeter at the door directed me inside and told me where to wait for my interview. They frisked me and took my phone. When I stepped inside, the scene took my breath away.

Inside, it was painted red with gold trim. Circular tables filled the room, covered in white, red, or gold satin tablecloths, with red roses and crystal centerpieces. It was classy as hell. Several crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling — real ones, I could tell. The floor was carpeted in a black, red, and gold design. The word “Moonlight” was spelled out on the wall that separated the dining room from the kitchen.

It was stunning. The greeter must have notified someone, because almost as soon as I took a seat near the wall, a woman came over and directed me to the back, past the kitchen, to a door at the far end. She was dressed sharply in heels, a black skirt, and a white shirt. Her hair was black and long, and she had blue eyes.

“My name is Jules,” she said.

“I’m Ember. Nice to meet you,” I told her.

“Hm,” she replied. Well, that was rude, I thought. She didn’t turn back around as I followed her. I snuck a peek at the kitchen and was blown away by how large it was, though I didn’t get a good look. She opened the door to a room in the back. It was a large conference room with a long glass table stretched down the middle, leather chairs lining each side. The room could probably fit close to a hundred people. There were even larger leather chairs at each end of the table, and I could tell those were where the bosses sat.

“Take a seat. The bosses will be with you shortly,” Jules said. I did as she asked. She walked to the door and turned around.

“Don’t touch anything without permission. Do not speak to the bosses unless they speak to you. Do not overtalk or stumble over your answers. If our bosses hate anything, it’s someone who cannot be direct. Do not ask any questions until given permission. The bosses will be with you shortly,” Jules said, before leaving the room without a smile. The f**k did I do?

I took a seat in one of the leather chairs on the right side of the table and was surprised by how soft it was. As I sat there waiting, I thought back to how beautiful the restaurant looked. I also became aware, now that I had time to process it, of how uncomfortable I had felt walking through. Some of the staff had looked at me funny, as if I were some sort of oddity. A bit weird, but I decided to ignore it.

I waited about ten minutes. I figured being early would make a good impression. Somehow — and I still don’t know how — I could feel them before they entered the room. All I can say is I was not prepared for them when they walked in. It was like seeing two gods out of one of those books. I had seen them online already, but when they walked in, all I could think about was touching them. I wanted to touch their chins, their muscular arms. I imagined what their bodies looked like beneath the black suits they were both currently wearing.

I stood up to greet them, trying to clear my thoughts, when both of them looked up from their phones. Their expressions were almost shocked, but they quickly composed themselves. They seemed to take a sniff of the air — or at least, I thought I saw it. It was so fast.

“Hi. My name is Ember Stafford,” I said, putting out my hand. The one with black hair — Seth, I believed — looked at my hand like it was a disease before taking his seat directly across from me. Oh boy. This could not end well.