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I didn’t like the idea, no, not now. Not when I had touched her.

And I hadn’t touched my mate on land, I’d touched her in my environment, in the sea, the ocean. The smell of her skin was still on my hand and my chest where I held her despite the hours it had been since I felt her.

This new emotion of possessiveness washed over me. I didn’t want anyone else to have her, and there was no going back.

Lani deserved more. She was a strong woman, I could tell. She had callouses on her fingers and her nails were short from working. And why wouldn’t she be a hard worker? I liked to work as well; it was our common ground.

I grabbed the pillow from the other side of the bed, taking deep, longing breaths. And then my eyes popped open in realization.

She cleans my room. I had forgotten.

My grip on the pillow tightened, a plan forming inside my head.

The phone beeped again, and I rushed to the other side of the bed where it lay.

Lani: Would you like to text and get to know each other until then?

I smiled, my eyes warming with tears.

She really was perfect, and I did not know who she was. Just that she was mine, and I couldn’t let her go now.

Chapter Nine

Lani

AftertextingCy,Igrew tired of waiting for him to reply, so I broke all the rules of texting. I would not wait for him to text back or leave him be for two days. Nope, he would get scared and back out at the last minute.

The overly shy little guppy would not get away from me.

After my brashness of texting the mysterious man, I grabbed one of my dildos that resembled an octopus tentacle and went to town on my bad self.

Because I’m just breaking all the rules.

The tingling feeling in my hand where he touched me still wouldn’t go away. My overly imaginative mind did me well, however. I had some wonderful images of the hot merman and Cy ravaging my body.

I may have thought of having both of their hands on me while I impaled myself with the large tentacle. And that would so be happening again, because it was fricking glorious.

Once I hit my third orgasm, the adrenaline waned, and I fell asleep. Who knew a near death experience would make someone so tired?

And freaking horny.

I tried to stay awake, staring at the phone like an overly excited teenager to see if Cy would say anything else, but he didn’t.

Hell, we both had a big day, and if he was as shy and withdrawn as he usually was, then I shouldn’t expect more. I mean, he said “yes” to dinner and even more so he said “yes” to getting to know one another.

It was more than I ever could have hoped for.

Especially when I was so smitten with him already.

I still couldn’t understand the push to really get to know him. Sure, he was my hero, but he was also a stranger. A rich stranger that was paying close to five grand a night to stay in a hotel suite that I cleaned regularly.

That was going to be definitely awkward when I went back to work. I shouldn’t be embarrassed that I was a mere maid who was taking out some rich dude for dinner, but I was. I had little to offer financially. In the looks department, I was okay if you liked a deeply tanned Caucasian woman, with thick curly hair with blonde streaks flowing through it.

It was an exotic look for a Caucasian yet a failed attempt to look anything like my father’s heritage. I was just mixed race to some of the native Hawaiians.

Didn’t quite fit anywhere on the island.

But! He said yes, and that was all that mattered.

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