Mia's pulse raced but her reaction to the presence of the Lord of the Deep had little to do with him catching her red-handed as she studied her data on the amethyst coral.
His masculine scent made her head whirl and she inhaled the fresh, salt tang of the open sea, spices carried afar by ocean breezes, an alluring musk, a faint, vague sweetness she could not immediately identify.
And lots and lots of testosterone.
She might not be much of a nymph according to her step-sisters, but like all her kind she was sensitive to the silent, scentless churning of male hormones and the slightest whiff of pheromones -- and Surfer Dude gave off more than a whiff.
Jumping Jellyfish!
He might as well bathe in the stuff.
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