Goddess's Saga 1: Touch of the Goddess Read Online Free PDF

in a painting. He didn ’t really expect her to be honest; no reason she would trust him. Not yet.
    She sighed and poured herself some coffee.
    “I usually make something up, but you’ve been really sweet, so I think I’ll tell you the truth.”
    Her words made him laugh.
    “I’m sweet? You’ve got to be kidding.”
    “ Not at all. You’re sweet.”
    She sipped the black brew, added a dash of sugar, and sprinkled some cinnamon over it all. Every movement looked carefully calculated. Did she do it to distract him, or herself?
    “ I... I lived in New York for a while with one of my brothers, back in the late 20th century. On Earth, you know. We tried to blend in and needed normal names, so he called us Frank and Maria Callaway. The name stuck with me. I mean, I’ve been Lois, Laura, Anne, Christina, Renee, Aileen, Alexandra, Phoebe, Sapphira, Xylina…”
    She counted names on her fingers and frowned. “I can’t even remember them all anymore. Maria is easy, it’s one of the most common girl names both in Greece and the world. Most people can spell it and say it. I mean, imagine introducing yourself as Hypatia Papaioannou.”
    “ You’re Greek?”
    She made a dismissive gesture.
    “Yes. No. It doesn’t matter. Anyway, in New York, Frank pretended to be the devil. He scared so many people, you wouldn’t believe it.”
    If I smile and nod, maybe she ’ll think I’m actually following all this.
    “ I’ve had this appearance for a few hundred years now. I borrowed it from a performer I liked and enhanced it a little. She was a singer. I was born just outside old Earth around 2000 years BC. My people don’t really age, but our powers grow with time and usage. I can travel in time. I can create objects with my will and many other things. I’m...”
    Wait, your appearance?
    He didn’t have time to say anything; she flashed a bright smile.
    “ I’m your friendly neighbourhood Goddess.”
    She can ’t be serious. Yes, she’s serious. Great... Of course she’s the perfect woman. She’s not even a woman.
    He didn ’t know what to do with his hands, and scratched his head to keep them occupied.
    “ Do you... Do you read thoughts too?”
    Her answer didn ’t soothe his fears; she grinned.
    “ Yes, I am both telepathic and empathic.”
    Crap. Don ’t think. It’s impossible not to think about sex when her tits poke out like that. Dammit, I did it again. Think of something else. Coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee... Oh lord she’s so beautiful, I wonder what she looks like under the shirt.
    Seconds ticked by, and he felt a drip of sweat form on his forehead. Finally , Maria laughed.
    “ Don’t worry, I usually don’t read minds, especially not the people I care for. I think everyone is entitled to at least that much privacy.”
    He wanted to sigh with relief and go knock his head against a wall somewhere. He kissed a Goddess, not on the lips, but anyway. He flirted with a Goddess, held her in his arms even, just how big an idiot was he?
    I guess it all fits together, but she looks so warm and human and beautiful, so happy and bubbly and gorgeous…
    She would be , of course. No wonder people worshipped them for all times.
    I ’m lost. I’ll probably spend the rest of my life building her temples, dreaming of her, and worshipping her. No human will ever be able to compete.
    Maria ’s hand on his woke him from his thoughts.
    “ Are you okay?”
    “ Of course I am.” He kept his eyes away from her.
    “ I don’t usually tell people all this, but I like you, and I didn’t want to keep it a secret. I’m tired of secrets.”
    Squeezing his e yes shut, Stephan pulled his free hand over his forehead. The Goddess was holding his hand, saying she liked him and didn’t want to keep secrets. Great, just great, this day only became weirder and weirder.
    I should have stayed out of this sector, or stayed drunk. Maybe that ’s it, I might be hallucinating all this. Don’t they say some drugs can come back and