nurse will come near you, so maybe just reel it in a bit before you fuck it up for yourself. She’s just trying to help.” He pulled his cell out of his pocket and checked it. “Look, I’ve got one of the prospects coming to sit outside tonight. There’s a meeting I’ve got to go to, but I’ll be back in the morning to brief you.”
I wasn’t listening to him anymore. I was already working out what I was going to do next. That nurse thought she was so good and pure. That a man like me wasn’t good enough for a woman like her or that Belle bitch she let in here. I’d show her exactly who I was, since she thought so fucking highly of me.
And once I’d stamped my impression on her, she’d be sorry she ever opened her damned mouth.
Chapter Five
~ Belle ~
Sleep washed over me in waves, my muscles relaxing the second I hit my bed. I’d stripped down to just my panties and kicked off my sneakers before falling asleep on top of the covers. Without air-conditioning, the trailer was basically a little metal oven that cooked you. The hungry ache in my belly went forgotten. Instead, I grabbed my pillow from the top of the bed and fell into a blissful sleep before my eyes were even closed.
I slept through most of the day, the roar of engines finally disturbing me. The sound infiltrated my sleepy head, invading my dreams enough to disturb me but not fully wake me and pull me from the great dream I’d been having about eating tacos and drinking tequila. I turned over, not ready to wake up just yet. Whoever or whatever it was could come back later.
However, the heavy thump on my trailer door was what finally dragged me back into the world, blinking past sleep and sitting upright. Rubbing at my gritty eyes, I stumbled to my feet angry, exhausted, and incredibly hungry.
The thumping came again and I looked around in confusion, not sure how long I’d been sleeping or what time it even was. All I knew was that I was ravenous and still incredibly tired. But at least today was my day off, so I could eat, watch some crappy TV, and then go back to sleep. It was the routine of my life right now.
Work, sleep, eat, repeat.
The thumping came again and I groaned in annoyance. I stumbled feeling foggy and disoriented, and grabbed a pair of ratty denim shorts and a white T-shirt before heading out of my room and down the short hallway toward my trailer door. I stared longingly at my empty coffee mug on the counter as I ran a hand through my thick curls and tried to tame them into something less wild.
“Hello?” I said, hesitantly as I opened the door and blinked into the brightness, confused as hell as to why I had three leather-clad bikers on my doorstep. “Did you take a wrong turn? Do you need some directions?” I asked stupidly. My trailer was set far back from the road and away from everyone else’s, so being lost was the only explanation for these men to be at my door.
The tall, dark-haired one I’d met at the hospital—Gauge, I think his name had been—glanced across at the one with a shaved head.
“You seein’ this, brother?” Gauge drolled.
“Fuck yeah,” the other replied with a grin. “Now I get it.” His grin could only be described as adulterous. There was just to other way to describe it, and I suddenly felt vastly underdressed and wishing that I’d grabbed my bathrobe, or at least put on a bra before answering the door. It was another hot day today and I could already feel a light sheen of sweat trailing between my breasts and no doubt making the thin cotton T-shirt cling to me.
My arms crossed in front of me to cover my chest as I looked between them all. “See what?” I snapped. I was tired, hungry, and in desperate need of a shower and so my stranger-danger alarm wasn’t quite sounding off loud enough for me to hear. “I think you have the wrong trailer.”
The third man, whose shoulder-length, dirty blond hair hung around his shoulders, smiled, and tired or not, my stomach fluttered. I was only human, after all.
“Ma’am,” he started, and the shaved-headed biker snickered, “my name’s Shooter, and I need you to come to the hospital with us.” He looked me up and