“I know you could, sweetie. But my way, nobody gets hurt.” She smiled up at him. “You’re much larger than him and don’t know your own strength.”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “You’re playing me again, aren’t you?”
“Would I do that?” she asked, almost sarcastically, as she walked away from him. “Little ol’ me?”
He rolled his eyes as he turned back to the offices. “Now I know who’s really running this place.”
Lana lay on the bed, sobbing quietly. She had ensured that her gown lay open, exposing her flesh as she pressed her face to the pillow. She continued to dig her nails into the skin of her palm, causing the tears to flow. When she heard the door of the RV close, she quickly sat up and swung her legs off the mattress. Leaning forward, she peered through the thin curtains of the window and watched as Simon carried his chair to the fire pit again.
“Dammit,” she cursed under her breath.
She sat back on the mattress and sighed, planting her chin on her hands and staring through the small slit in the curtains.
She quickly wiped the alligator tears from her cheeks as she stared at his retreating form. “What the hell is it going to take to get to you, Simon?”
She ground her teeth as wicked ideas flowed through her mind. She’d already told him that she loved him. She appealed to his sexual nature. She tugged at every heartstring she could think of. She dutifully played the aggressor, the victim, the huntress, and the confused innocent. Nothing was working.
She sat back and stared at the bedroom door. “What’s changed?” She tapped at her front tooth with a fingernail as she replayed recent events.
“He was a strong-willed alpha. We woke up from being Quee…” She shook her head. “He says he doesn’t want to be like he was, but his nature is easy enough to stir when provoked.” She smiled at herself. “Trent was too easy a mark.” She rolled over and shrugged the gown off, splaying herself across the mattress and hanging her head off the foot of the bed.
She stared at the closed door and cocked her head to the side. “He needs another alpha to challenge him.” She slowly smiled to herself. “But where can I find one here?”
The cuck across from them was too weak. He’d never challenge a real male. The other men were too old…unless you counted some of the old bikers. The gimpy one with the crippled leg wouldn’t stand a chance.
She sat up suddenly and peered at Simon’s back sitting by the fire. “There might be a prospect with one of the others.” She leaned forward and stared at the rundown trailers parked almost directly across from them.
She knew she couldn’t get in one without Simon seeing her…unless he went for another walk. She sighed as she came to her feet and rifled through the tiny closet. “What do you wear when you want to convince a man to challenge for leadership?” She pulled out the faux leather wear and held it up. “Biker momma?” She tossed it aside and grabbed the flannel. “Farmer’s daughter?” She raised a brow. It was getting colder outside.
She quickly shimmied into the jeans and slipped the flannel on. She stood back and studied her reflection before pulling the flannel off and slipping a thin, wife beater on first. “Something almost see-through.” She tugged the flannel back on and tied it loosely around her middle.
“Close enough.” She pushed open the door to the small bathroom and began to apply her warpaint. A little color on the cheeks, fuck-me-harder red lipstick, some eye liner and fake brows. She stepped back and nodded approvingly. “I’d do me.”
She flopped back onto the mattress and bounced to the other side of the RV. She watched as he poked at the fire, absently glancing back to their RV then across to Veronica’s trailer. “Come on, dammit.” She sat on the edge of the bed and watched him for far too long.
Eventually he stood and tossed the stick into the fire. She watched as he trod off into the woods then she made for the door.
She slipped out the front and quickly made her way outside the circle-shaped campground. She walked into the woods, deep enough that anybody peering out of a window wouldn’t see her, and she circled the area. When she thought she was close to the trailer she had in mind, she trudged back up the hill and made her way to the back window, tiptoed up, and peered inside.
A tall, heavyset, bearded man was stretched out on the threadbare sofa watching something on a small television. At first she was confused until she saw the DVD player above it. She nodded to herself when she saw that it was the beginning of a porn movie.
“Perfect.” She tugged the gap of her flannel shirt low and puffed her chest slightly, wishing she had more to offer. She reached up and rapped lightly on the window.
She could hear him shuffling quickly inside before a frightening face appeared in the dirty glass above her. She gave him her best seductive smile. “Can I come in?”
His brows knit in confusion and he glanced over his shoulder to the other side of the trailer. “Door’s over there.”
She nodded and lowered her face. “I didn’t want anybody to actually see me.” She looked up at him again and smiled.
She was surprised that it took him a few minutes to connect the legos, but once the light came on he scrambled to open the sliding window. “Give me your hand.”
She held her thin wrist up and was surprised at how large his hands were and the strength of his grip. He pulled her up and through the window with ease. “Wow, you’re really strong,” she purred.
The hairy beast sat back and eyed her like a dog would a pork chop. “You’re light enough.” He made no apologies as his eyes
