“They’re late.” Aphrodite flounced down in the wicker chair and propped her sandaled feet on the coffee table between them. A petal dropped from the sweetly fragranced lisianthus flowers making a pretty centrepiece, their delicate white petals tinged with pink.
Adonis smiled, and shook his head. “We don’t even know who they are, my love.”
Aphrodite waved off his remark and glanced at the hotel’s reception desk. “I’ll know them when I see them.” She studied the group of tourists now checking in for a week or two of paradise before returning to their boring, everyday lives. None warranted the Greek goddess of love’s attention.
“How about those two?” Adonis nodded to his right, displaying his fine profile.
Aphrodite smiled. Thousands of years, and she had yet to tire of her lover’s fabulous face. She glanced beyond him to where two marble statues angled slightly to face each other. Chiselled names identified the busts as Aphrodite and Adonis. She grimaced and reached across to touch his hand. “I am so glad you don’t look like that.”
Adonis laughed out loud. Several people in the lobby turned in their direction, and each smiled as though in appreciation. He took Aphrodite’s hand. “I never tire of your beauty and delightful presence, my love. Even after these thousands of years.”
Aphrodite’s smile faltered for a moment as she remembered their time was now limited each year, then her gaze shifted to the couple now approaching the reception desk.
“Ah, now they are more worthy of our attention, Adonis. Look at that girl with such fiery hair. If I am not mistaken, and you know that seldom happens, her heart beats with passion. But see how the man by her side acts toward her. He is solicitous but even from here I sense his hesitation.”
Adonis followed her gaze. “Repression. It is in every movement. You are right. I think we have found our new project. This man has great need of your loving touch, my Aphrodite.”
With one graceful, synchronised movement, Aphrodite and Adonis stood up and watched discreetly as the couple took their room key and turned toward the lift around the corner. Adonis quickly slipped a flower from the vase and followed Aphrodite.
They found the couple waiting for the lift and smiled their greeting.
“Welcome to our beautiful island, fair lady,” Adonis said, as he held out the fragrant bloom to the girl.
At the sight of the girl’s pleasure in the flower, Aphrodite stepped up to the man and briefly touched his cheek. “Enjoy your stay on this island of love.”
Before the couple could find words to reply, Aphrodite took her lover’s hand and they walked through the hotel lobby without a glance at anyone.
“Let our fun begin,” she said, once they were some distance from the hotel.
Adonis kissed her hand. “And may those young people know such love as we enjoy, beloved Aphrodite.”