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Should they be having dinner together instead of us?
Are they a better fit?
The better merger?
Unmatched cupidity spurs me out of the vehicle to begin undressing by shedding my jacket. “I would’ve worn less clothing had I known they would be coming off.”
“I warned you.”
“Was that a real warning?” Chuckles are attached to draping the article appropriately in the seat. “Or a sneak attack like corporate espionage?”
“How dare you accuse me of being a sleeper shark!”
Bafflement bulldozes through my stare during the uncuffing of my sleeves.
“And if that’s what we’re gonna label me, then that clearly makes you an orca.”
Unbuttoning of my shirt occurs next.
“And while the comparison is probably accurate – given that you’re an apex predator in your world – it actually makes me like you less not more.”
“You don’t like whales?”
“I don’t like killer whales – which are actually dolphins not whales – and I really don’t like their increasing ballsiness to try to crunch and munch my fucking spirit animal.”
Distress over revealing my body to someone else for the first time in years does its best to overwhelm me, forcing me to distract myself from the vulnerability.
Distract her from possible disgust.
“Is that the tattoo you’ve got on your lower back?” My grip struggles not to shake during the dropping of my shirt in the passenger seat. “A shark?”
“The Great Hammerhead.” Bryn turns around to present me with a perfect shot of the creature stretched along the small of her back. “The largest of its species – the hammerhead – and the apex predator of them.”
Keeping my gaze on the creature and not the beautiful round shape taunting me underneath it is difficult.
Damn near impossible.
Much like convincing my cock to stop swelling so I’m not even more uncomfortable in this situation.
“They’re not particularly aggressive to humans…however, they will attack when provoked.”
“Like you.”
“Exactly. Like. Me.” Her figure swivels back around prior to allowing her stare a slow sweep of my torso. “My, my, my Mr. Wilcox…” A small nibble is taken from her bottom lip. “I could crack a tooth on that chest.”
Heat and consternation fuse together to coat my entire system.
“You work out?”
“I do.”
“Daily?”
“Often.” Toeing off my shoes and socks is swift. “You?”
“Considering it feels like I’m hiking The USS Intrepid every time I leave my room, I’m gonna go with I do now.”
Undoing my belt and zipper occurs while I maintain eye contact. “Star Trek and sharks.”
