Code name: Athena [18+]

Code name: Trappola

Now, this is the part where I have to look out of breath and stutter "I-I ye- I mean no," I think my cute groan was pretty well executed and he seemed to enjoy my behavior as he smiled "No, I'm not."

"Good," now he crossed his arms bulging his biceps...Apollo always does that when I voice my horniness "meet you where you ruined my first-day outfit then," he said and it made me want to punch him; how dare he treat a woman like that? It isn't attractive at all you fucking prick but whatever, I did the blushing thing again.

"Sure," I did what he expected and bit my lip while glancing between his flexed muscles and lips "what time?"

"Eight-thirty," he replied as a smirk curved his average lips.

"See you then," this is the first time I don't have to stand on my toes to kiss a man's cheek which honestly bothers me...I just...I miss my husband. Then I walked out of the place making sure there was time for him to look at what he thinks he is getting.

Ilya picked me up a few blocks away and there were some paper bags on the back seat that made the car smell like heaven; fuck here come the pregnancy cravings.

"What is that?" I cleared my throat.

"I bought you some pastries," he replied.

"Good, thank you," I kept myself composed.

"You can eat them now but tell me what happened," he smiled with his eyes on the road.

My left arm instantly reached for one of the five bags "He asked me out," I shoved my hand in the bag and pulled out an exquisite-looking croissant.

"Okay," Ilya didn't sound happy "where is he taking you?"

"Probably out for dinner but I'll slither in the idea of dessert at home," I took a bite and instantly tasted the magnificent French butter "mhhh," a ridiculous moan left my mouth as I leaned my head on the seat "I needed that."

"And what if–"

"I'll do it," I replied instantly knowing what he was going to ask "whatever it takes to have my baby back home."

A deep sigh left his mouth; clearly judging but he isn't a mother "Why are you doing this personally? You have minions."

"They're not minions. You can refer to them as Athenas and they have impressive skills but this is something I need to be fully in control of," I replied.

"But what if he knows who you are?"

"I can't be in two places at the same time," I told looking out the window.

"Pardon?" he sounded confused.

"You know for a Pakhan you are pretty dense," I said and he cussed at me in Russian making me giggle "uspokaivat'," I said gazing at him. "Apollo leaked some old pictures of us in Mallorca."

(Calm down)

"Smart."

"Indeed," my husband is very smart but his temper destroys the intelligent choices.

Once we were back at Ilya's place we picked a dress for tonight: a brown off-shoulder square-neckline Mugler dress and a pair of blue Saint Laurent heeled sandals.