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I chuckle. “Have fun. But don’t let her mesmerize you or you’ll be stuck swimming around in the ocean as a merman for eternity.”
He sticks out his chest. “I’d make an excellent merman.”
“You do know merman don’t have any…” I indicate my crotch region.
He winces. “Knock it off. There aren’t any actual mermaids at karaoke anyway.”
I open the door for him. “This is Smuggler’s Hideaway. You never know…”
One of the legends of the island centers on a mermaid. According to the story, a smuggler fell in love with a beautiful mermaid. They could only spend brief moments together as she couldn’t stay on land for very long and he couldn’t stay in the water.
One day another mermaid came to the smuggler and promised him he could stay in the water with his mermaid love forever. All he had to do was dive into the ocean.
Unbeknownst to the smuggler, his mermaid love paid a visit to a witch. In exchange for her mortality, she was given legs to live on land. But when she arrived on the island, she discovered her smuggler had drowned in the ocean. She committed suicide by diving into the ocean from the highest cliff on the island.
The cliff now has a statute to commemorate the legend. There’s even a small theme park there.
“I’ll make sure to not fall in love,” Weston says as he leaves.
I shut the door behind him and grab my suitcase to unpack in his guest bedroom. The room is pretty threadbare. There’s a bed and a dresser, and nothing else. There are no night tables next to the bed. There’s nothing on the walls.
It’s kind of depressing. It’s also temporary. Soon enough I’ll be back at my own apartment. I hope.
I change into my pajamas and settle into bed with my tablet. Tomorrow is my first day working at the brewery and I want to be well rested. I may be part-owner ofFive Fathoms Brewing, but I still want to do a good job. I need to show the people on the island that I’m not a failure.
I startle when my alarm wakes me out of a hot dream of me and Flynn in this very bed. I rub a hand down my face. No more dreaming about the man who doesn’t want me.
I throw the covers off and make my way to the bathroom in the hallway. The door opens before I reach it, and a woman steps out. She’s naked. Butt. Ass. Naked.
“Who are you?” she asks.
“You stole my line. Who the hell are you?”
She crosses her arms over her chest and her boobs barely bounce with the movement. “I’m the one Weston spent the night with. I’m the one he wants. Not you.” She wrinkles her nose as she studies me.
“Listen, fake tits. You can have him. I don’t want him.”
“Why are you in his house early in the morning if you don’t want him? And my tits aren’t fake.”
“Sure, they’re not.” I motion toward the hallway. “Could you get out of my way? I need to use the bathroom. I don’t want to be late to work.”
She widens her stance to block my entry. “Tell me who you are first.”
“Just move before I make you.”
“You’re going to make me move? You?” She snorts.
“Last chance.”
She barks out a laugh. “You’re hilarious.”
I sweep out my left foot and catch both her legs before she has a chance to respond. She falls to the ground.
“Bitch!” she screams before jumping to her feet and rushing me. She pulls on my hair, but I use the flat of my hand to chop her forearm. She releases my hair with a moan.
“That’s going to bruise, bitch.”
And now I’m done. I wrap my hand around her throat and shove until her back hits the wall with a thunk.
