Great.Just great.I’d spent a large chunk of my last paycheck on that camisole and the matching panties.Well, at least I’d get to keep the panties.
I stood up and grasped the bottom of my sweatshirt, pulling it over my head before reluctantly removing the camisole.Shrugging back into the sweatshirt, I glared down at the guy on the ground.“You’d better be worth it.”
Chapter Four
Ryland
I watched the woman looming above me through slitted eyes.So far, she thought I was still out cold, and I intended to use that to my advantage.I hadn’t seen a female with the poachers, but why else would she be here?There was nothing on this island to attract a beautiful woman like her.
She pulled her shirt off, and then her undergarment.What the hell did they call those things?It didn’t matter because now I had an unobstructed view of her naked chest.Wow.Her breasts were small, a mere handful each, but they were firm and pert, the nipples pointing upward with a decidedly cheeky tilt to them.All in all, she had to be the cutest poacher I’d ever seen.
The dog whined softly.Darn thing probably knew I was faking it.Unfortunately, animals tended to be a lot smarter than the people they kept company with.
He didn’t appear to be aggressive but looks could be deceiving.He certainly wasn’t a small pup.Maybe part shepherd?Or Rottweiler, given the coloring.I could only hope he wasn’t a trained attack dog.
Why on earth would the gang have brought a dog with them?Poachers didn’t tend to be animal lovers.Maybe they used him to alert them to people approaching.Hell, maybe the dog was the reason I’d got shot.
Suddenly he didn’t look so harmless.
The woman leaned toward me, that underwear thing in her hand and I turned my full attention to her.Time to turn the tables on the cute little thing.
I waited until she was leaning directly over top of me to strike.Reaching out with my good arm, I grasped her wrist and twisted it, neatly flipping her over on her back and landing myself straddling her hips.
Damn, that hurt.
I barely managed to school my face into a fierce grimace.
The dog rose to his feet, growling a warning.I turned my head and growled back.
“Seriously?You’re sitting on top of me and growling at my dog instead of letting me bandage your arm so it doesn’t get infected?What kind of idiot are you?”The woman glared up at me with one eyebrow raised in question.Apparently, I didn’t look as intimidating as I’d thought.
Ignoring her remarks about my IQ, I scowled down at her.“Who are you, and what are you doing on this island?”I tried to sound as menacing as possible, but I had the sinking feeling it was going to take a lot more than a growly male to scare this woman.
“I could ask you the same question.I’ve never seen you here before and I come here a lot.”She looked kind of cute, glaring up at me.Under different circumstances I might even consider asking her out.
I gave my head a mental shake.Wow.Loss of blood was starting to affect my decision making.
The dog let out a low whimper, settling back down on his haunches.Cocking his head on an angle, he regarded me calmly.Apparently, he had decided to give me the benefit of the doubt… at least for now.
“I’m the one on top here so I get to ask the questions.”I felt the need to point out the obvious.“Who are you?”
She raised both brows, looking decidedly pissed.“Well, right now I’m a prisoner of an idiot who will probably pass out from lack of blood shortly.Unless, of course, he comes to his senses and hauls his carcass off me so I can bandage his bloody arm.”
This was not going the way I intended at all.“That’s not what I meant.What’s your name?Why are you here?”Maybe it would help my concentration if I stopped staring at her luscious stream of silky dark hair.
“I don’t think I want to answer that.How about you tell me your name and why you think it’s okay to manhandle a woman who was just trying to help you?”
The dog let out an approvingwoof.
“I’m the victim.I’m bleeding.Remember?”I was starting to feel like I was somehow at fault.
“Yes, and if you’d get off me, I’d be able to do something about that.You might want to consider that I’m not the one who injured you.”
“I’m not so sure about that.How do I know you’re not going to finish me off if I let go of you?”
The woman rolled her eyes.“I just told you I wasn’t the one who shot you.If I wanted to hurt you, I could have done it while you were lying unconscious at my feet.”
She did have a point.I let go of her arms and clambered awkwardly off her, favoring my injured arm.
