Page 11 of Kept By the Kraken


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I hope things won’t be too awkward when we have to share a bed tonight. God, he’ll probably be laying there wishing he hadn’t taken home the random girl from the bar for a weekend. I just know all I’ll be thinking about will be his beautiful eyes and strong jaw and the way his hands on me feel capable and tender and so, so perfect.

I sigh.

Everything here is perfect, except me.

I stare out at the dark ocean through the white fabric draped over the wooden gazebo on the beach where the dinner is being held. Elegant guests move around between the wooden tables decorated with bright tropical flowers. Many of the women are wearing similar outfits to mine with long slits cut into the skirts. The men wear a knee length wrap-around skirt like I’ve seen Polynesian men wear. I guess it’s more practical if you need to transform from legs to tentacles. I wince when I’m reminded again of the incident on the plane.

And OK, I might have told Rosh a little white lie when I said no one saw his bits. Because I’m pretty sure I count, and I’m pretty sure I copped an eyeful when his trousers split. So much so my mouth hung open and I got all hot and bothered. All I could do was sit with the totally indecent throb in my clit at the memory of the long thick appendage covered in the same bumps, ridges, and suckers as his tentacles.

I take a big gulp of my cocktail and fan myself even now at the thought of what that thing would feel like between my thighs.

Rosh’s sister, Ceraphcruka, comes across to where I’m sitting with a tense smile. “Hey, Shelly. Have you seen Rosh?”

I shake my head. “Not since we arrived.” I have to clear my throat around that familiar tightness. “I think he’s mad at me.”

“Oh, honey.” She sits beside me and puts a comforting arm around me. “My brother is an idiot. I promise you, whatever it is, it’s totally his fault.”

I laugh at this, but shake my head again sadly. “No. I don’t think so. Today on the plane, I spilled my water on him, and when he transformed he rushed off to the bathroom. I think I embarrassed him. And now...” I gesture at the empty seat on my other side.

Ceraphcruka leans back and gives me a narrow-eyed look. “What do you mean you embarrassed him?”

I shrug. “He hid in the bathroom for ages. And then I wouldn’t even look at me the rest of the flight.”

“But you’ve seen him naked and transformed before, right?”

I shit. Worst. Fake girlfriend. Ever. “Ah, yeah? I mean, no? My family is really religious. We’re waiting for marriage” I stumble over the lie and I know she’s onto me.

Ceraphcruka frowns. “Oh, he’s such an idiot. Excuse me. I’m going to go find my brother and give him the dressing down he clearly deserves.”

I stare after her as she storms across the beach and back toward the hotel. Well, if I hadn’t fucked up this job before, I sure have now.

Pushing back my chair, I stumble onto the sand and stagger across the uneven surface and away from the lights of the gazebo and the happy guests. I pull off my heeled sandals and dump them so I can move more easily. The ocean breeze blows my hair out of the loose topknot I styled it in and plasters it to my wet cheeks. I find a dark patch of sand at the edge of the waves and tuck myself into the smallest shape I can manage. Maybe I can just die of shame here and never have to face anyone again.

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Gudroshcruka

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