found. a. shark. doo-doo-doo-doo

The woman's vehement response in the negative gave him pause. Who would turn down the chance to ride a shark? Not him, that was for sure. He'd cruise around on another one in a heartbeat. Ah well, the 'ride a shark' thing had been a bit anyway. The moment he'd realized what kind of party this one was turning out to be his priorities had shifted. How could they not have when the beach was teeming with wolves mad with lust? He wasn't sure what the host had done to make everyone throw off their inhibitions, but he was dying to know the secret. This was the kind of party he'd throw every time he stumbled across a beach, if only he knew the secret. So, ride a shark? Yes. Abandon the shark in favor of a beautiful woman? That was a no brainer.

Hyperion cocked his head, leaning hard on the shark, and smirked at the woman. He was just going to go for it. Why not, right? The beach was full of other women so if he'd read her wrong and she took offense, no harm no foul, they'd go their separate ways and he'd get his rocks off elsewhere. "Well," he said in a cavalier tone. "I did say I have another ride left in me." He beamed up at her cheekily and then gestured around at the secluded cove they were in. "Privacy is in short supply just now. In my opinion it would be a shame to waste such a nice spot..." Which was why he would be directing the next woman who took interest in him to this location if this one turned him down.