"Uh, no? Fuck off?" Marcie pulled an unimpressed look. "I told you at the ball, if you're looking for something, you won't find it here, Mr "I can sleep with whoever I want"." She stepped back, needlessly checking the tightness of her hand strap. Apollo acting all arrogant and douchey at the ball hadn't really endeared him to her. Whatever butterflies he'd managed to produce in healing her hands, he'd squashed by his cocky posturing.