Page 42 of Right Number, Wrong Man
Hell, I’d slip a ring on her finger today, but if I want her, I’ll have to play it cool.
Me
You got some time right now?
Hailey
Until work tonight.
Me
Then I hope you’re ready to start your BDSM education.
Hailey
Absolutely, Sir.
Me
You got a Money Buddy account so I can send you some cash? Don’t worry about your personal details, it’s all anonymous.
Hailey
I know. I’ve used it before. My nickname is @xxhaileyloveshorrorxx
I smirk as I open the app. My Spitfire has no clue what she’s gotten herself into. I might not be able to put my hands on her until I get a voice changer, but I can still make her squirm and give her the best orgasms of her life—so far.
15
HAILEY
I giggleat the notification on my phone.
$200 from Texan-Brat-Tamer.
After disappearing without a word last night, I thought Jax would never text me again. But he’s not only talking to me and offering to teach me about BDSM, he’s also sending me a whole lot of money.
It was really sweet that he checked in with me. If I’m honest with myself, I was a littletoohappy to hear from him, but I haven’t gotten a cute good morning text in forever. Probably a decade or so.
I’m pathetically starved for attention.
Jax made it clear he’s not looking for a relationship, but I’m fine with that. Just sex sounds great to me. I don’t want anything serious, either. And even better, he doesn’t think my fantasies make me a disturbed freak. He understands.
I give the middle finger to the jewelry box on the dresser where I deposited my wedding ring.How do you like that, asshole?
On the other hand, Jax seems almosttooperfectand this money sending business is making my alarm bells jingle to the tune of Michael Myer’s theme song.
What does he expect in exchange for the cash?
This arrangement between us feels forbidden. Dangerous. It would be sensible to send the money back and block him, but I want to chase this thrill. And what are the chances that Jax is actually dangerous? I’m a nobody. Surely a regular woman with no social life outside of my best friend won’t attract the attention of?—
My phone chimes, stopping my spiraling doubt.
Jax
You got the money?
Me
