Posted Nov 7, 2012.
Status: Completed, querying
The sudden hush in the busy little cafe should have been his first clue that shit was about to fly.
Wrapped up in his thoughts, Reynner savored his dark roasted coffee, strong enough to scrape a layer off his throat when he became aware of the unnatural quiet. He looked up and got an eyeful of the female sashaying toward him, not in the least surprised she’d found him. Again.
Inanna. Lustrous black hair framed a face of sheer perfection, one which made gods and men whimper for her favor. Strange to see her in clothes, when she preferred to wear as little as possible. A fitted white tunic with a slit up to her thigh hugged her lush curves and fell to her ankles.
Yeah, he understood the awed silence all too well since he’d once succumbed to that same sensual spell. He eased his grip on the mug and set it aside, wishing he’d taken his coffee to go. A chair scraped the linoleum opposite him. A moment later, her stiletto foot hidden beneath the tablecloth, rode up his leather-clad leg to caress his thigh.
Ignoring her wasn’t working. He shoved her foot off him. And in a measured move, he picked up the coin beside his coffee and spun it, so he wouldn’t be tempted to reach across the table and strangle her.
“Reynner…” She reached out a hand in appeal to him, topaz eyes luminescent with tears. “Please, don’t do this.”
“Don’t do what, Ina? Ignore you? Fuck other women?”
“Why would you want these weak, pathetic females?” Her tears vanished as fast as they appeared. “I’m powerful. I’ll make it good between us again.”
He ran his gaze slow and deliberate over her stunning face and lush body. More promises, but no hint of an apology at what she’d done to him, because the thought would never have entered her narcissistic mind.
“No thanks. I’d rather fuck a hag—” He glanced around him. “Besides, I enjoy those women.”
Reynner shrugged and leaned back in his wooden chair. Retrieving the fallen coin, he worked it between his fingers. All he wanted was coffee and a few minutes of quiet before he went back on the streets. Instead he got her.
It should have felt good torturing Inanna, but payback was a bitch. He got no enjoyment, just a prolonged headache that started over two millenniums ago.
“You’ve become cold and unfeeling. One little mistake and you’re still making me pay.”
“One little mistake?” he said, in a tone that made glaciers seem warm.
“It was just a teeny-tiny year.”
“A year?” His hands crashed on the table. The coin flew from his fingers to disappear beneath a chair. “That was a fucking century in Hell!”