Their Human Mate

Greek Gods

Ember

It was a Sunday morning. The sounds of the city were loud but I was used to that already. I had only been here one week and had gotten the apartment settled to my liking. I went shopping yesterday for new clothes for every occasion I may need. I also bought a laptop and created a new email address. Tomorrow morning, I will be going in for an interview at the Moonlight restaurant. I did some research on the restaurant, and was very surprised by what I had seen. This restaurant was definitely unlike anything I had ever seen, I thought, as I looked at the photos of it. It was huge, and painted all white with red trim. I didn't see any photos on the inside. I assumed maybe this was one of those fancy restaurants that took your cellphones at the door to keep it exclusive.

I looked up the owners of the restaurant out of pure curiosity and came across two of the most handsome men I had ever seen. Good Lord. He sure did take his time when he created these men. They were both wearing expensive-looking suits. The one on the left was named Carter Moonstone. He was your typical American guy, with short blonde hair that was wavy. Even through his suit, I could tell he worked out a lot. I don't know what about him, but something inside me wanted to grab him from off the screen and pull him into bed with me. I turned my attention to the other one, who was equally as handsome. I saw they were best friends, but if they were brothers, he would be the oldest for sure. He sported jet black hair and was a bit bigger in muscular size. He was equally as handsome. Just like the other one, I wanted to grab him right off the screen. I had no idea why I felt this way about either one. Dark thoughts of being with each of them and then both of them started flooding my mind. I shut the laptop really fast. After everything I had been through recently, I was not about to let my hormones get to me. Especially considering if I got the job, then they would be my bosses.

I went to the closet and decided on a black pantsuit with a red shirt underneath. I paired it with some black heels. I went to sleep right after I had finished getting everything else together. I woke up the next morning and got ready. After my shower, I started doing my hair. After I had blown dried it, I decided whether or not I wanted to curl it. It was naturally glossy and wavy when it was dry. I decided to sleek it and to put it in a high ponytail. Makeup or no makeup? I wondered to myself. I decided no makeup would be best. I would be cooking anyway, so I would like to be as authentic as I could, considering I'm basically faking my name and background. After I finished getting ready, I drove to the restaurant, which is only about thirty minutes away from where I am living. I had gotten my window fixed, thanks to a cheap mechanic I found, so I wouldn't get any more crazy looks.

As I approached the restaurant , I was greeted by a man wanting to park my car. I was 20 minutes early for my appointment, so I let him park it. I went to the door of the restaurant, after a greeter at the door directed me to where I would be going to wait for my interview. They frisked me and took my phone. After I went inside, the scene took my breath away. Inside, it was painted red, with gold trim. There were circular tables all around, covered by table covers in all white, red, or gold satin with red roses and crystals with centerpieces. It was classy as hell. There were a few chandeliers spread around all in crystals on the ceiling. I could tell they were real as well. The floor was carpeted in a black, red, and gold design. The letters moonlight were spelled out on the wall that blocked the inside of the restaurant's sight from the kitchen.

It was so beautiful. The person that greeted me must have somehow told someone I was here, because as soon as I took a seat near a chair by the wall, one of the women here came and directed me to the back, to a door past the kitchen. She was dressed super nicely in heels, a black skirt, and a white shirt. Her hair was black and long and she had blue eyes.

"My name is Jules", she said to me.

" I'm Ember. Nice to meet you", I told her.

"Hm", she said in reply. Well, that was rude, I thought to myself. She didn't turn back around as I followed her. I sunk a peak at the kitchen and was blown away by how big it was, though I didn't get a good look. She opened the door to the room in the back. It was pretty big as well. It was like a big conference room with a long glass table stretched down the middle with leather chairs on each side. This room could probably fit close to one hundred people in it. There were even bigger leather chairs on each end of the table and I could tell that is where the bosses sat.

" Take a seat. The bosses will be with you shortly", Jules said to me. I did as she asked. She walked to the door and turned around to me.

" Don't touch anything without permission. Do not speak to the bosses unless they speak to you. Do not overtalk or shudder at your answers. If our bosses hate anything, it's someone who can not be direct and slur their words. Do not ask any questions until given permission. The bosses will be with you shortly," Jules said, before leaving the room. She didn't smile at me or anything. Almost like she was annoyed with me. The f**k did I do?

I took a seat in one of the leather chairs on the right side of the table. I sat down and was surprised about how soft the chair was. There was so much comfort here. I was thinking back to how beautiful it looked earlier. I was so aware that now that I had time to process, I realized how uncomfortable I felt walking through the restaurant. Some of the staff were looking at me funny, as if I were some sort of oddball. It was a bit weird, but I decided to ignore it. I was waiting for about 10 minutes. I realized I probably should have just gotten here on time, but I hoped it would make a good impression on them, knowing I was early. Somehow, and I have no idea how, but somehow,I could feel them before they entered the room. All I can say is I was not prepared for them when they came in. It was like seeing two f*****g gods from those f*****g books. I had seen them online already but, when they walked in, all I could think about was touching them. I wanted to touch their chins and muscular forms. I imagined what their bodies looked like without the black suits they were both currently wearing.

I stood up, in greeting, trying to clear my thoughts, when both of them looked up at me from their phones. Their expressions were almost one of shock, but they quickly composed themselves. They took a sniff in the air. Or at least, that is how I thought I saw it. It was so fast.

" Hi. My name is Ember Stafford", I said, putting out my hand. The one with black hair, Seth, I believe, looked at my hand like it was a f*****g disease before taking his seat right across from where I was sitting. Oh boy, this can not end greatly.