Page 27 of Filthy and Dirty with my Captors

That’s so much money. It’s more money than I’ve ever seen. All I have to do is show up, let the sheriff fuck me, and go home a hell of a lot richer. It’s the easiest money I’ll ever make, right?

I need to talk to Jen. It’s getting late, but she’s left like four thousand concerning texts, so I know she’ll welcome my call.

She answers on the first ring. “Babe!” Her voice is strained but still comforting to hear. “Where the hell are you? Your mom and I have been worried sick.”

Mom. Shoot. I send her a text as I talk, letting her know I’m okay. It’s only been two days but most everyone in my life is a worrier, and my mom might be the queen. I should’ve thought of that.

“Right, I’m on it. Sorry. I… I’m with Owen. He and a few of his friends. They’re… trying to persuade me from doing theFantasy Driverthing.”

“Oh shit! Is it a sexual sort of persuasion?” she says, her interest peaked. “Please tell me these friends are the muscular, lumberjack type.”

I can’t help but smile. “They’re something.”

“So, why didn’t you call me back then? Tell me you were too busy playing doctor for the last couple days and the loss of fluids made you delirious.”

I laugh under my breath, desperate to tell her every detail, but I hold back. I’m not entirely sure why. Jen would wholeheartedly welcome a story about me falling for Owen and his best friends. “Nope. Just trying to decide where I’m going to spend all thisFantasy Drivermoney.”

She huffs out an exhausted breath as though she’s tired of my nonsense. “I think you should drop theFantasy Driverthing, babe. When we thought you went missing your mom and I did some digging.”

I sit up from bed and push my hair back away from my face. “What kind of digging?”

She clears her throat. “You can’t be mad.”

“Okay… why would I be mad?”

“Well… your mom and I sort of, kind of, totally hacked yourFantasy Driveraccount.”

“What?How does my mom know about the website?” My mouth is so dry all the sudden.

“I told her.” Jen heightens her tone at the end of her sentence as though she’s afraid of my response. “I know, I know. I’m a bitch, but she was scared, I was scared, Owen wasn’t answering his phone, the coffee shop said you never showed up for work, and the police wouldn’t help us, so I had to do something!”

I let out a heavy sigh as I knead the back of my neck. “Okay, and what did you do with the account?”

“Well, I found the guy who won your bid, and I cross-referenced that with other girls on his friends list over the past few years. There’s one girl in particular who stood out because the news reported her missing nearly a year ago.”

My heart squeezes. “Okay, so a girl went missing. It’s sad, but girls go missing all the time. What does that have to do withFantasy Driver?”

I can almost hear her eyes roll. “I don’t know yet, but I’ve got the IT guy at work trying to hack this cowboy guy’s account. His was harder to get into.Youreally need a better password.”

“What are you doing?” I snap. “You’re insane! That’s illegal,” I sigh, “and I’m fine. Really.” I’m not sure what I expected from this call, but it wasn’t more resistance. “You can stop investigating. I’m safe. That was the point, right?”

“I mean,” her voice lowers, “I know you’re saying your fine, but I’ve got a bad feeling about this. The missing girl was on thetop of his friend list. That probably means they talked a lot. I’ll know more when I get into his acco—”

“Stop!”

Silence ensues for a long moment, and I feel kind of bad that I snapped, but this is getting out of control. I’m a grown woman. If I want to sell my virginity, I can. I don’t owe any explanations to anyone, and I’m not sure why no one understands that.

Jen clears her throat. “I’m sorry. It’s just weird, Rosie. Don’t you think?”

“The website does background checks. I’m safe.” I almost tell her that I know he’s not going to hurt me because he’s the sheriff, but I signed a privacy notice that would make me liable for astronomical fees should I break it. “Thank you for caring, but I’m going to be okay. I promise you. Three hundred thousand is so much money. I—”

“Won’t do much if you’re dead.” She sighs. “Okay, I’ll stop now.”

“I love you. I know you’re worried. I promise I’ll check in when all this is over, okay?”

She hums under her breath. “Okay. Love you too.”

We disconnect the line, but I get the feeling she won’t be stopping the guy in her IT department from hacking the sheriff’s account, which is an invasion of privacy I’m not sure I can forgive.

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