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slip-up. Then, Ka-Pow . She didn’t need another
problem today.
    Still no sign of
him. She tapped her fingers on the
steering wheel, mentally checking off her to-do list. Her thoughts
drifted to his muscular body and satanic good looks. A spasm of
pleasure moved down from her chest to the space between her legs.
She squirmed on her seat, unable to stop the pulsation moving all
the way down to her feet.
    She was well aware her client-fantasy had
little chance of materializing. Marissa grimaced, holding back a
groan of frustration. Who in the heck would take her on if he knew
the truth? Any man with his head screwed on right would pass on her
dilemma. Her thoughts kept returning to one man who seemed capable
of commanding any situation. She pressed the top of her thighs,
enjoying the idea of him naked between her legs.
    Jesus, if she shifted there’d be nowhere for
him to go. Would he straddle her? What did a man do with a mermaid
during sex? She frowned, imagining the look on his face. His
arrogant expression would surely fracture in seeing her true nature
come to life.
    Her lack of experience with
sex made her more than fearful about giving in to her urges. She
was ignorant to the possibility that she might spontaneously shift
during the act. She glanced down at her legs, wondering what Wyatt Herndon
would utter with his smart-aleck mouth if he knew how her lower
appendages transformed into a tail.
    She lived alone, had no family—no one to
ask. This wasn’t exactly something she could post online and wait
for a response on a social media outlet. She avoided dating and
especially romance, leaving her a single, floundering mess. She
swam round and round inside a sexual conundrum. Not an easy problem
to solve, regardless of living just east of Miami—the city of sin,
decadence, and Cuban coffee. So far, this cosmopolitan oasis didn’t
have a dating solution for this single siren.
    Marissa hadn’t sulked, but dove into the
world of real estate and left sex on the shelf. Until today, it had
never actually bothered her. Until Wyatt had shown up in her
life.
    She put aside all thoughts of sex with the
jarring reminder: at this exact moment, she was in charge of
closing this sale. All she had to do was show Mr. Herndon these two
pieces of perfect, ocean-front property. She may not schmooze
clients, but she had developed connections by working after-hours
in other ways besides drinking and dining. These two sites weren’t
officially even up for sale. Yet. She had her bases covered in that
department. Ruefully, she inhaled . If only her client were so easy
to manage.
    Her esteemed client was still missing in
action. How hard had it been for the man to follow her from point A
to point B? Another sure sign that finding and keeping a man
required more than promises. Handcuffs came to mind. Her chest
tightened. Wyatt seemed the type of man who’d more than likely
relish such toys. She exhaled and promptly banished the thought of
him and a whip.
    Think business. Properties.
Codes. Anything. Her client’s property
development timing was utter genius.
    She gazed back toward the shore. Her
decision to bring him down here was less than genius. Contemplating
the ocean, she was torn between an urge to heed her natural
inclination—to stay away from the seashore during the day—and the
desire to advance her career.
    All she had to do was lock up this real
estate sale. The solution equated to securing her future. She’d
never be frightened into a corner, almost caged by her own nature.
Simple really, if she could ignore her growing attraction to
Wyatt.
    She exhaled an uneven breath. Wyatt
terrified her. During the middle of the day, the ocean terrified
her more. So far, Wyatt had not covered her body to the point of
exhaustion. A point in his favor. The thought sent a blaze of heat
skating over her skin.
    The surf rose and crashed, over and over.
She remembered being tossed up on shore as a small child. Oh no,
the overwhelming feeling