Page 36 of Sin With Me
“You wanna go on your last break?” I ask Mattie. It’s almost three and she gets done in a couple hours.
“Sure, I was gonna grab a smoothie from the café. Do you want one?” She grabs her bag from underneath the counter, then pulls out her phone and wallet.
“Yeah, that’d be great. Want some cash?”
“Nah, you can buy next time.”
Once she leaves, a few customers enter and give me strange looks. They’re pleasant as I help them find some new bras and panties, but there’s a weird vibe.
“Delilah!” Mattie shouts the moment the back door swings open.
She’s never this loud when there are potential customers in the store, so I rush to the back and make sure she’s okay.
“What’s wrong?”
She’s staring at her phone with her mouth agape and wide eyes.
“That little bitch.”
“Who?”
She shows me the screen, and I quickly take it so I can read the words.
“Oh my God!” I can’t believe what I’m reading. “She’s encouragin’ people to boycott the retreat?”
“I knew she was a cunt,” Mattie murmurs. “At the end, it says she plans to reach out to the Hollis family for a statement, which means she might write more than one article. Might wanna warn Wilder.”
“He’ll never talk to her.”
Wilder might do some stupid shit, but talking to a reporter? He’d know better than that.
“Maybe not willingly. She had a recorder. And isn’t he one of the trail guides?”
“Yep.” Groaning, I grab my phone from my bag and send him a text.
Delilah
Hey, a reporter came in a bit ago asking for my statement about you and Wesley. It looks like she wrote an article about y’all and is encouraging people to boycott the retreat. So just a heads-up, she might be coming to ask you for one too.
Oh and she had a recorder, so be careful.
“What did she look like?” I ask Mattie. If I can give him as much information and details as possible, maybe it’ll help him steer clear of her.
She gives me a description, and I repeat it to him.
Delilah
She’s about five-foot-two, brown hair, and wearing a long-sleeved green shirt.
Call or text me when you can!
“Ugh, he still hasn’t responded.” I pace the backroom after thirty minutes of silence. “What if she already got to him?”
A moment later, he finally responds.
Wilder
Sorry, I didn’t see your texts until it was too late. I told her to fuck off, but I’m headed to my parents’ now. They’ll probably get the lawyer involved and it’ll be another shitshow.
