Modern Goddess: Trapped by Thor (Book One) Read Free Page B

another intoxicating dose of his dashing smile.
“Continue.”
    “ I would be honored,” the
forest goddess kept her keen, glittering gaze on Thor, “Honored,”
her plush lips molded around the word with all the warmth and
pressure of a kiss.
    Thor kept Mjollnir at his side, nodded –
though not nearly as low – then promptly skipped to the front of
the line.
    I watched in annoyance, but there was
nothing I could do. If this forest bimbo wanted to give up her
place in the line to everyone's least favorite blond-bearded
arrogant nong, she could. There was nothing I could do. Likewise
with the fact Thor hadn't put his paper work in yet. Being an
official god worshiped on Earth, the process was simpler for
Thor/Zeus/Jupiter.
    Thor marched to the front of the line and
flashed a triumphant look at me. The look was rightly triumphant
because he’d rightly won.
    For my part, I watched the way each strand
of his golden hair glinted in the light from the sun beyond us. I
noted the way Mjollnir sat in his grip as if it were an extension
of his own body – neither his skin nor his arm were under any
pressure from the great hammer. I watched the way his towering form
cast a long shadow over the other gods and goddesses behind
him.
    Thor caught my gaze and crossed his powerful
arms across his chest plate, his biceps rippling. “Stop watching
me, Details,” he spat. “Hurry up – you have a whole line of divine
beings, and you have a job to do.”
    I didn't need him to remind me what my job
was. Rather than point this out, I turned and marched into my
office. “I’m ready to see you, Nordic God of Thunder,” I said
through a tightly clenched jaw.
    Thor sauntered in behind me, and I could
feel the presence of Mjollnir with every reverberating step.
    He sat in the chair opposite my desk with
such a thud the thing's feet grated against the floor. I was sure
there was a scratch there now.
    As the sun filtered in from the glass wall
beside me, it played against the gold of his helmet, of his chest
plate, and of his hair. It lit him up until he shone, and yet it
plunged one side of him into shadow. A stark contrast between light
and dark that made him all the more real and imposing.
    He rested one hand over the edge of the
chair, Mjollnir held loosely. He used the other hand to tap on his
armrest. “Make this quick, Details.”
    I stared at him coldly. I fancied the only
reason he treated me with such disdain – other than the fact I was
the one who always stood between him and his less-than dignified
exploits on Earth – was that I was immune to his particular set of
charms. Unlike the forest bimbo out in the hall, I wasn't about to
fall for the smile of some victory god – I wasn't about to get
sucked in by those wondrously blue eyes that sparkled like the
clearest ocean, or that physique that was more chiseled than a
marble statue of a god.
    Because I saw beyond the impression to the
details underneath. The way the fabric of his belt didn't sit flush
with his torso, the way his hair was messy on the left side of his
head, the way the fine lines at the corners of his eyes gave away
his true age. Noticing these details – paring Thor back to the
lines, shapes, colors, behaviors, and words – stopped me from
becoming overcome by the god himself.
    “ Details,” he growled, “Less
staring, more stamping.”
    I took an obvious sigh and was annoyed when
a tendril of ice-white hair popped out of my near-perfect bun. Thor
always had a way of making me come undone. Patting my hair back
into place, I tried to regain my immigration-officer stare. “Why
might you be wanting to visit Earth, Nordic God of Thunder?”
    Thor grinned, his golden beard hardly
hiding the obvious mirth locked in his jaw. “That would be for
pleasure – if you know what that is, Details.”
    I stared back at him. “You are intending to
maintain your identity, are you? You are going to be Thor today, I
suppose?”
    He stared back at me, one large