Chapter 3
The golden-haired Natalie burst into a fit of giggles. With the alcohol he’d consumed and the fantastic sex making his brain go to mush, he was thoroughly confused about her laughter.
“Why are ye laughing?”
She appeared to gain some control as she rubbed her eyes for a moment and took heavy breaths.
“Somebody has played a very good trick on me.” Natalie stood and walked around, her tight little body totally nude as she peeked behind the fur covering at the window, into the wardrobe, and under the bed.
Having not found what she was looking for, she stood in front of Ian, her hands on her hips. “Come on now, who hired you? Who set me up? Was it Carrie?” Her index finger came up to tap her chin.
All Ian could do was stare, open-mouthed, his gaze raking over her luscious curves.
He’d never seen a woman as well-formed as Natalie.
She wasn’t tall, about the same height as most women in the clan, but her body…
was she a warrior? A horsewoman? She’d never had a child, that was obvious.
Her muscles were lithe and taut yet curved into a womanly figure.
Breasts high and firm, yet round and supple, each tipped with a pink pearl.
He reached out, caressing the side of one plush breast, before she slapped his hand away.
“Hey, Mr. Love Machine, can you answer my questions? So, was it Carrie? She is forever teasing me about my love of a man in a kilt, and that I never get laid.” She rolled her eyes and then looked around again.
“You really did a great job with the setup here. Or did a set designer decorate the place?”
“My eudail, I know not what ye speak of. Your language is strange to me.”
“You speak Gaelic, too? How sweet of you to call me your darling.”
He lifted a brow. Obviously, she didn’t understand the whole picture here. He’d better explain.
“Natalie, I dinna know Carrie. All I know is, I lay down for bed and ye were there. I am Laird MacDuff, and ye are in my chamber here at MacDuff Keep.”
The lass’s eyes grew wide as she gazed at him, almost like a deer caught in the line of an arrow. Then she shook her head.
“Joke’s up, Ian, I’ve figured it out. Now, where are my clothes?”
Ian spread his hands wide. “Ye were naked when I first laid eyes on ye.”
She rolled her eyes and groaned. “Whatever. I had fun, but I’m done now.”
Before he could catch her, she walked out of the chamber, slamming the door behind her, naked as the day she was born.