Pan's Conquest (Entangled Covet) Read Free Page A

memories, but she could recall no man with such perfect cheekbones or a clean-shaven, strong-lined jaw. If she wasn’t in the modern-day mortal world, she would have sworn he was a god. But she’d known all of them, and they’d left the mortal world eons ago.
    And none of them had ever turned her head the way he did.
    He started down the stairs, his movements swift and definitive. “Ladies, may I introduce myself? I’m Parker Thomas, owner of the estate and grounds.”
    He reached the bottom step and offered his hand.
    Kaye took it immediately. “Kaye Underhill. Nice to meet you, Mr. Thomas.”
    His eyes glanced over her, shining like molten caramel as they rested on Syrinx. He took his hand away from Kaye and offered it to her.
    Syrinx took his hand, feeling rough calluses on his skin—uncommon for rich businessmen. “Sylvia Rain.”
    “Sylvia?” He smiled in amusement.
    A current of irritation bristled the hairs on the back of her neck. What was his problem? She’d chosen a perfectly normal mortal name. “Yes. You can call me Ms. Rain.”
    “Ms. Rain, of course. What a fitting last name for a florist.” He said it as if he knew she’d made it up.
    Syrinx straightened her shoulders. “We’ve come to take a look at the dimensions of the rooms you’d like decorated, as per your request.”
    “Certainly. Thank you for coming.” He swept his arm over the room. “This is the main foyer and the room I’d like decorated from the balcony to the floor.”
    Syrinx brought out her phone and started taking pictures. “All in roses?”
    He followed her around the vase at the center of the room. “Yes. They are my favorite. The red ones, of course. They signify love and passion.”
    She glanced at him and raised an eyebrow. “That will be costly.”
    He waved his hand. “No matter. Whatever it takes.”
    “I’ll provide a quote shortly.” Syrinx snapped another picture. Passion? That was like poison to a goddess of chastity. Who was this guy?
    Kaye picked up a bronze statue of a man riding a horse and examined it. As she put it back on the shelf, she knocked over a porcelain vase and caught it before it tumbled off.
    Syrinx gave Kaye a death look. Her assistant shouldn’t be manhandling the scenery, especially when she had a propensity to drop things. Kaye ignored her, following Mr. Thomas as he followed Syrinx. “What, exactly, is this party for? Just to help us plan, of course.”
    “Of course.” He ran his fingers over a hyacinth. “This is a party for business associates.”
    The thought of him running the same fingers over Syrinx’s bare skin made her blush, and she looked away. Normally, her thoughts didn’t go there. They hadn’t since…since back on Mount Olympus. “They must be very important to you.”
    He maneuvered in front of her and found her gaze once again. “Indeed, they are.” The intensity stirring within the copper-brown depths of his eyes unnerved her. It was almost as if he was saying she was important to him. But that was crazy. They hardly knew each other.
    Syrinx clung to business. “And the other rooms?”
    He offered his arm. “If you’ll follow me…”
    One thing was for sure: to a goddess of chastity, he was trouble. Syrinx wished Kaye would come and take his arm instead, but he offered it to her and her alone.
    Kaye stared at her with a mix of envy and amusement.
    “Very well.” Syrinx barely touched the pressed sleeve of his expensive suit. Electricity ran through her, distracting her from her work. With the barest touch, she could feel the strength in his arm and smell his woodsy, fresh pine scent. The practiced grace with which his body moved reminded her of a stag hunter, while the wildness in his eyes resembled the prey itself. Nothing about him matched the crisp suit, yet it made the whole package irresistible.
    “What kind of business are you in, Mr. Thomas?” Kaye followed them into the room.
    His arm tensed under Syrinx’s touch. Kaye’s question