Crazy in the Blood (Latter-Day Olympians) by Diver Lucienne

Author:Diver, Lucienne [Diver, Lucienne]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2012-08-06T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

“Infiltration is like invasion…you want to go in clean and under the radar.”

—Christos Karacis

At 5:57 I sat on the toilet seat in the bathroom at our little Residence Inn letting Christie work her magic on me. It was the only way she’d agreed to let me forgo the shopping and borrow one of her new couture pieces instead. I had to do it justice…or else.

I wasn’t short by any means, but the same race-car red wrap dress that hit Christie at mid-thigh and made her look like a Nordic Helen of Troy caught me just above the knee and made me look…okay, smokin’ stoopid hot. Or maybe it was what she’d done to my hair that was transformative. Somehow, she’d enticed it to lie in gorgeous waves rather than crazy interlocking curls. Or maybe it was the smoky eyes she’d given me. Or the “Kiss Me Quick” red lips. No kidding, that was actually the name of the color.

“Okay, now stand,” she ordered.

Christie’d been all apologetic that she didn’t have shoes to match the dress, but the silver stilettos she’d offered instead were both stunning and deadly. I was likely to kill myself in them before anyone could “Kiss Me Quick”.

I wobbled to my feet, walked two steps, twisted my ankle and said, “This is ridiculous,” just as a knock sounded at the door.

“I’ll get it!” Christie said cheerfully, now totally on board with the dinner after her portrayal of Glamfairy godmother.

“No, Christie, don’t leave me—”

I stood in the center of the room, afraid to take another step without her support, lest I fall on my face.

“This is stupid.” I tried to kick the shoes off, but was foiled by the ankle straps. I dropped onto the nearest bed, making the dress ride halfway up my thighs so that I wondered how Christie ever hoped to sit in it without exposing her hoo-ha. That was, of course, when Apollo walked in.

He whistled at the sight. “All this for me?” he asked.

I glared. “No, all this for Christie. It was the only way she’d let me out tonight.”

Apollo looked at my friend, who beamed at her handiwork. “Impressive,” he said.

“I know, right?”

They shared a moment, and I wanted to throw a heel at him, but the buckles were defeating me.

“Don’t you dare,” Christie said when she saw what I was up to.

“I’ll kill myself trying to walk in these.”

“That’s why you have an escort.”

She drew Apollo forward, and then almost forgot to let him go, looking slightly stunned at the contact. I knew the feeling.

“M’lady?” Apollo said, offering an arm.

“What if something happens?” I said weakly. “What if I have to chase a mugger or something?”

Apollo and Christie exchanged a look.

“Stop that!” I said, cranky.

“Oh, fine.” Exasperated, Christie rooted around in one of her many bags and offered me a little black purse.

“How’s this going to help?”

She rolled her eyes. “Look inside.”

I unzipped the zipper, and inside were sparkly black ballet flats, folded in half.

“Brilliant,” I said.

“Aren’t I?” she answered. “Now, you two have fun.

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