Chapter TwelveDesigner God
Bill wrapped a towel around his narrow waist as thoughts about his night with the goddess lingered. Smiling, he looked into the steamy mirror, and wiped a swath to clear it. He expected to see something totally different about himself. His wings had retracted, finally, after Nemesis—Naomi—had left an hour ago. Last night had been extraordinarily, deliriously wonderful. He'd never known how wonderful s*x could be. Seven hours of unbelievable s*x, after living like a cloistered monk for eighty years! With an hour break in between their session—when she had cooked the steaks and they'd eaten (and couldn't keep their hands off each other any longer and went back at it)—they hadn't even bothered to dress all the way to eat. He'd thrown on a pair of shorts and she had
