Caught in the Net by Breanna Hayse Page B

recovery time.  They got me.”
    “What do you mean?”
    She giggled, flushing.  She whispered in his ear, “I
think I just got the cetacean version of an orgasm when you kissed me.”
    “What?  Okay, this is weird.  Please explain more.”
    “You should be pleased that they approved of you as my
mate.  They were trying to help things along by stimulating my endorphins
through the convergence.  It’s really quite enjoyable.  Michael says it’s
better than the real thing,” she giggled again. 
    Rich made a face.  “Well, Michael obviously hasn’t had
the best it could be.  I’m sure I could exceed any cetacean orgasm if given the
chance.” 
    “Daddy would kill you, then Scott would do it again,”
she snickered, the high taking effect.  “Oh Lord, I’m stoned.  Please get me a
glass of water.  It will take about 20 minutes for me to recover.  So if I say
anything inappropriate, just kiss me and shut me up.”
    “Be right back,” he promised.  When he returned with
the water, he commented,  “You know that this could be dangerous if you weren’t
in a safe environment, Sam.” 
    She nodded, fighting the desire to release control. 
“That’s why Michael didn’t want me to study it.  But I did it anyway.  I never
listen to him like I should,” she confessed, the endorphins acting like a truth
serum and removing her desire to exercise control.
    “Are you saying you’ve been pursuing this study on
your own and without supervision?” Rich asked, holding the glass to her lips. 
    She nodded, her eyes glazed.  “Isn’t the sky beautiful?
 Look at all those stars.”
    “They are bridge lights.  Come on, baby, stay with
me.  Answer my question.  Are you still studying this phenomenon without
supervision?”
    “Of course.  I always do.  Don’t tell Michael.  He’ll
kill me,” she giggled again.
    “Do you remember the conversations you have when you
are like this?”
    “Nope.  It’s like Versed.  Milk of amnesia.  Rich,
kiss me.  Your lips feel so good.”
    He obliged, savoring her in his arms.  He grazed her
neck with his teeth, listening to her moan.  His thoughts started to drift and
he forced himself to remember his promise to be a gentleman.  Self-control,
man!   “We need to walk around.  You are positively intoxicating,” he
panted. 
    She stroked his cheek, fingering his dimple.  “It’s
the endorphins.  They are emitting pheromones.  See?  It proves we are
compatible.  They don’t work on my family at all.”
    “It also proves that I need to be better controlled. 
I am not going to take advantage of you.  Stand up and walk,” he ordered
firmly, adjusting the uncomfortable bulge in his pants. 
    “I can’t.  I have no legs.  See?  They’re mermaid
fins.”  She swung her legs back and forth.  “Is that for me?”  She pointed at
his crotch.
    Sighing, Rich sat back down, but kept his distance. 
“Not tonight.  Sam, it’s important that we tell Mike about this.  This is not
good.”
    “No, we don’t.  He’ll be so mad at me and I don’t like
it when Michael gets angry.” 
    Rich shook his head.  “I either tell Mike or your
parents.  Take your pick.”
    “Then they won’t let us go out again!” she whined.
    “Your choice.  Make one,” he said firmly, frowning.
    “But Riiiiiiich…”
    “Nuh uh, no whining around me, sweet cakes.  I’ll be
back in two minutes.  Please make your decision by then.”
    Sam scowled, feeling the effects start to wear off
with the most recent conversation fresh in her mind.  What did she tell him? 
Oh damn, she must have spilled the beans.  Michael was going to tear into her
but good for this.  Rich returned, bringing some coffee for both of them.
    “Here, see if this helps.  Well?”
    “Thanks.  What exactly did I tell you?” she asked,
sipping the hot, slightly spiced beverage.  Rich repeated her statement.  “I
don’t suppose you’ll believe me if I tell you that was