“Jesus, woman! I didn’t do anything to you,” he says at my aggressiveness.
I narrow my eyes. “You called me sweetheart.” He called me a lot worse, but I won’t be repeating those words.
He grins, and it only pisses me off more.
“You ran over my motorcycle. I think we’re even.”
I glare. “We are most definitely not even.”
“You’re right. You owe me twenty grand to fix my bike.”
Shit. Are motorcycles really that expensive? That’s more than my car costs. I can’t afford that.
“Your blood pressure is fine.” I put the blood oxygen monitor on his finger, and it reads above ninety. Great, he’s breathing just fine, while I’m sure if I tested my oxygen levels right now, it’d be below fifty, and my blood pressure would be sky high.
I don’t bother listening to his heart. I don’t want to be that close to him. Instead, I fetch his medications and walk over to his IV to administer them.
“So what do you think, sugartits? Am I going to live?”
I push in the antibiotics, but toss the painkiller in the trash without administering it. I shouldn’t do it, but I’m pissed. I’m tired of dealing with his crap.
He grins. He won’t be grinning in an hour when he’s writhing in pain. I’ll be off my shift by then, so it will be some other nurse’s responsibility to give him pain medicine. He won’t be in agony for more than an hour.
I purposefully drag my hand over his IV, tugging on it.
He growls. It’s a deep, menacing, sexy sound that comes from deep in his belly.
“Oops.”
“You aren’t much of a sweetheart, are you? I’ll have to think of another name to call you.”
“You won’t be calling me anything. I won’t see you again after my shift is over.” I’m too angry to suppress the raspiness in my voice. I’m used to talking in a high pitched, bubbly voice to hide my natural sultry sound. But now, it slips out.
Knight cocks his head, and his eyes darken into tight slits. If he thought I was a prize before, now he thinks he’s hit the jackpot. I’m the ultimate possession he wants to claim.
He’s never going to have me. He’s the absolute wrong man for me. And I’m the wrong woman for him. Knight is looking for a woman to have fun. A one night stand. Or a string of nights. Nothing serious. It’s clear from his tattooed covered body and tattered clothes that he doesn’t take life seriously. I would just be his next conquest.
I’ve been down that road before. It leaves me in tears. My heart, broken. And my family telling me, “I told you so.” I’m done with bad boys. I want a good man with a steady job, and his priorities straight. It may be a bit boring, but it’s what will keep me safe.
“I think I will see a lot of you. You owe me for my bike.”
I glare at him. “No, I don’t owe you anything. I probably saved your life.”
He cocks an eyebrow like he doesn’t follow. “How do you figure that?”
“You were in a car accident, right?”
He doesn’t answer, but his silence tells me I guessed right. I could check his chart, but I’ve seen enough patients to know the exact cause. And a man in his twenties is usually brought in for only a few reasons: brawl, being an idiot showoff, overdose, or car accident. His severe wounds lead me to guess car accident. Drunk driver or reckless driving most likely.
“If you had been riding your motorcycle, especially without a helmet, you probably would have been killed.”
Knight pauses, drinking in every word falling from my lips like I’m playing an orchestra just for him. I need to focus on not sounding like a harlot around him. I don’t know what it is, but my sultry voice comes out near him.
He leans forward, and I find myself doing the same until we are inches apart. Eye to eye, nose to nose, mouth to mouth. I lean in further, thinking he’s going to kiss me. And despite how angry I am, I’m desperate to taste his lips.
“You owe me, sweetheart.”
Stunned. That’s how I feel.
He chuckles like he knows just how much control he has over me.
My body may respond to his like any other warm-blooded woman’s would react to a sexy man. It doesn’t mean I’m going to act on my feelings. I have self-control.