Seducing the Cecaelia Bodyguard: Passions Bay Tentacles, #2

By May Matthews

Everyone knows it's humans you need to stay away from. Humans, albeit unfathomably idiotic at times, are the apex predator. So why can't I stay away from this one?

Dominic
After a bout of food poisoning forced my engaged friends into bathroom-quarantine, they got an email about a cancellation at this beachside resort wedding venue. They need to tour and accept the venue in-person today or else it'll go to the next couple on the waiting list. As much as I hate leaving my charges unprotected, I bite the bullet. That's how I ended up at this bougie beachside resort waiting to sign a contract.

But when the wedding coordinator drops a bomb, telling me she needs the engaged couple here in person to secure the booking, I know I'm in trouble.

That's when an infuriatingly bubbly redhead gamer girl swoops in, uninvited, to save the day.

Vanessa
As a successful videogame streamer on my way to a tournament for my favourite game, I have a lot to be happy about.

But when nature calls and the concierge at the hotel I pulled into won't let me use the facilities without a room booking, I get desperate.

Now I'm impersonating someone I've never met and I'm in a fake engagement with a moody bodyguard who's impersonating someone else.

The hand-holding, bickering, luxury suite and king bed – those are all just part of the act, right?

 

 

Seducing the Cecaelia Bodyguard is a bisexual tentacle shifter romance. Intended for adult readers only.

• Language: English
• Publisher: May Matthews
• Release date: Sep 11, 2023
• ISBN: 9781778182761

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Seducing the Cecaelia Bodyguard

May Matthews

Copyright © 2023 by May Matthews

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Chapter one

Dominic

Overenthusiastic whoops and cheers echo off the marble walls of the hotel lobby as a group of women clad in pink and gold phallic merchandise stumble for the elevator.

I scan the space for a sober chaperone. A white-gloved bellhop rolls a suitcase laden cart to a small service elevator off to the side while a large fountain with a stone mermaid at its center spews a stream of water into its teal pool full of assorted coins. But once the elevator doors close and the trickle of water is the only sound remaining, I realize there isn’t a chaperone. Unescorted and drunken in public. Completely vulnerable and under the influence.

I shake my head. That was one difference I’d quickly picked up between humans and cecaelia. Humans didn’t think twice about roaming under the influence in public where anything could happen to them. Cecaelia weren’t that blind to their own mortality. If a cecaelia were to swim out of the caverns without their wits about them, they could easily get caught in a swarm of jellyfish or stumble into the path of a confused great white. But the biggest threat? Everyone knows it’s humans you need to stay away from. Humans, albeit unfathomably idiotic at times, are the apex predator.

I check my watch for the hundredth time and sigh loudly. The receptionist is straining his eyes looking much too intently at his computer, doing his best not to acknowledge me.

My phone pings with an incoming text message from the reason I’m here.

Tabby: Did you sign it yet??

Last night, Tabby and Blythe convinced me to come here for them as a favour. After Blythe’s attempt at cooking oysters, both she and Tabby were holed up in their restrooms for the rest of the night and into this morning. That’s when they got an email about a cancellation at this beachside resort wedding venue. Naturally they needed to tour and accept the venue in-person today or else it would have gone to the next couple on the waiting list. That’s how I ended up sitting on this stiff crème couch for an hour, waiting on the wedding coordinator to get her head out of her ass to come get this thing over with so I can get back to Tabby’s side.

Before I left this morning, I’d double-checked the security system and I’m confident they won’t be leaving the property — hell, they won’t be leaving their golden thrones. But I’ll still feel much better when I’m by her side again. A bodyguard’s habits die hard.

I respond quickly.

Dominic: No. Still waiting.

Tabby: Okay, keep me posted! And do not decapitate the coordinator for their lack of punctuality. We need them in one piece for the wedding.

Dominic: Mhm.

Fuck this.

I stand, readjusting my pressed black jacket and black dress pants that are creased from the three hour drive here, courtesy of one of Blythe’s old drivers, and head for the receptionist who’s cowering behind his monitor.

But my progress is interrupted as someone rushes face-first into my side. They ricochet off me like a bumper car hitting a semi-truck.

I’m so sorry, sir! a five foot nothing woman sings before twisting back around and stepping up to the counter. She couldn’t be more than twenty-five years old, with her round face, headphones hanging around her neck, and a backpack slouched over her shoulder.

The receptionist’s shoulders relax slightly as he shoots me a glance around the woman.

Lovely day today, sir. I sure hope your shift is done soon so you can enjoy it. Now, do you happen to have a restroom I can use? she asks.

I’m sorry ma’am, restrooms are for paying guests only. Would you like me to book you in?

She looks around at the grandeur of the place, her red curls bouncing with each cock of her head. When she’s fully assessed this place to be far too expensive for her, she turns back to the receptionist and lowers her voice, Please sir, this is kind of an emergency. I’ll be real quick and won’t tell anyone you let me in.

I don’t get to see the thrilling conclusion to their exchange because it’s then that a severe looking woman in a smart navy suit calls out, Tabitha and Blythe?

Finally.

I raise a hand and march