“Care to tell me what you’re doing on my beach?”
She was in serious trouble.
Chapter 3
When Brian had come out of the water, he’d been surprised to hear someone talking. His beach was private and secluded. Each of the homes on the beach had a large fence surrounding it, which meant there would be optimum privacy for everyone at all times. He could see his home from the space where he was swimming, as well as little clusters of palm trees here and there.
Most of the groupings of trees had little sand banks and patches of grass that meant little animals would have an easy time finding spots to hide.
Apparently, a little human had found a spot to hide, too.
Brian had glanced around only for a second before his eyes had locked on the tiny little khaki-colored tent. It blended in almost perfectly with the sand, and as he marched over to get the woman off his beach, he’d grown more and more irritated.
His week had already sucked.
Now this?
No.
No, this wouldn’t do.
The last thing he wanted to do was finish his swim to have to be the bad guy, and when he’d gotten close, he’d been frustrated to see that the woman was, apparently, also having a bad day. At least they had that much in common, he reasoned.
Brian knew he should have grabbed his clothes before he marched over, but he hadn’t been himself lately. He’d been unfocused and he’d had a hard time paying attention to anything at all, much less work.
“Let me ask you again,” he said, staring at the woman. Brian tried not to notice the way he could scent her arousal. Apparently, she liked the fact that he was naked. She seemed to enjoy staring at his cock, in any case. “What are you doing on my beach?”
“I...um...your beach?”
“My beach.”
“I thought this beach was free for public use,” the woman said quietly.
“No.”
“Oh,” she bit her lip and looked around.
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p; “Why are you here?”
“Well, the hotels are full, and I needed a place to stay for the weekend.”
“So, you chose to sleep in my backyard?”
“It’s a beach,” she whispered. “It’s not a yard. I didn’t think anyone would notice me. I’m not bothering anyone.”
“What’s your name?” Brian asked, keeping his voice tense. He resisted the urge to be gentle with her.
Maybe if he could find out who she was, he could figure out what to do with her. He didn’t actually want to call the cops. The police would inevitably boot the human off the island, and they’d probably ban her from returning since she was here trespassing. He didn’t think they’d jail her. They’d just send her away.
“Um...”
“You don’t know your name?” Brian raised an eyebrow. That was new.
“I know my name.”
“Then what is it?”