near anyone. The server comes and takes out drink orders, two vanilla Cokes.
“So…what can you tell me about the emails? When did you receive the first one?” I know about it, but I want to hear what she has to say. I have to play clueless.
She looks at me, ashamed. “Well…the first email was sent to my work email last week. It was instant, almost like a flash picture. It was of me in a very compromising position, posing for the camera in an extremely racy and pornographic pose. I remember that night. It was crazy and I was very drunk. Chet had a guy come over and join us for some fun,” she says with tears falling down her cheeks.
I grab her hand. “Jesse, it’s not your fault.” I hate seeing her like this. “Do you know anyone who would have access to that picture or even the newest one you received?”
“I didn’t even know those pictures existed, so I am assuming Chet has them or this guy. I don’t even remember his name. I forgot about that night because I was wasted.” She shudders.
“I hate to ask, but what was in the picture from today?” I didn’t see it, but it’s sitting in my email.
“It’s me tied up in bed, with everything exposed for all to see.” She looks at me, mortified. “I don’t remember this night at all. I can’t even tell you if it’s something I did with Chet or not because I was pretty wild at IU.”
“Jesse, we will get people on this and get it taken care of. Now, let’s talk about the phone call. What did the person say? Was it a male or female?” I ask, trying to get every detail I can so I can start narrowing people down.
The server comes with our drinks and takes our order. I order a California burger with avocado, lettuce, and tomato and Jesse says that sounds good and orders the same, with fries.
She makes sure the server is far enough away before she answers. “I couldn’t tell if it was a man or woman. The voice was raspy, like a smoker’s voice, and they cut me off when I answered the phone. They told me to listen to them and called me a whore. Then they told me that the company would be theirs. They called me a bitch, and then hung up.” She sighs when she comes to the end.
“Could you hear any background noise? Anything that would tell you where they were calling from?” I’m trying to figure out where this person is.
“I didn’t pay attention. I was kind of in shock after they called me a whore. I’m not a whore. Well…I’m not a whore, but I have particular tastes when it comes to my sins.” She looks up at me with a half-smile.
Oh, I know all about her particular tastes. She definitely loves sex. “Well, if you happen to remember anything, please let me know. I’ll be relaying all this to my team, and I will be making sure that you have a security escort for a while to make sure you’re not in any physical danger,” I tell her with a smirk.
She pulls her hand from mine and sits up in the booth. “What? I don’t need a babysitter! I’m not afraid of this sick fuck who thinks they can scare me with some pictures from my messed up past and a crazy phone call. I. Do. Not. Need. A. Bodyguard,” she says, raising her voice.
“Jesse, calm down. I have to make sure you’re safe. If it helps, I can take you home tonight because I have a meeting not far from your house.” I wonder what she will say to that.
“How do you know where I live?” She glares at me.
The server drops off our food, interrupting us. She asks us if we are doing okay and I nod.
“Aedan, how do you know where I live?” she asks me again.
I sigh. “Your father told me that you moved into his mother’s house and told me where it’s located.”
“Sure. And I’m the Queen of fucking England.”
“Nah, you are much hotter,” I reply with sarcasm, and it only pisses her off further.
“I saw you at my house this morning. Why where you there? Why were you at my house at seven-thirty in the morning, Aedan?”
I stare at her. Shit. I was hoping
“So…what can you tell me about the emails? When did you receive the first one?” I know about it, but I want to hear what she has to say. I have to play clueless.
She looks at me, ashamed. “Well…the first email was sent to my work email last week. It was instant, almost like a flash picture. It was of me in a very compromising position, posing for the camera in an extremely racy and pornographic pose. I remember that night. It was crazy and I was very drunk. Chet had a guy come over and join us for some fun,” she says with tears falling down her cheeks.
I grab her hand. “Jesse, it’s not your fault.” I hate seeing her like this. “Do you know anyone who would have access to that picture or even the newest one you received?”
“I didn’t even know those pictures existed, so I am assuming Chet has them or this guy. I don’t even remember his name. I forgot about that night because I was wasted.” She shudders.
“I hate to ask, but what was in the picture from today?” I didn’t see it, but it’s sitting in my email.
“It’s me tied up in bed, with everything exposed for all to see.” She looks at me, mortified. “I don’t remember this night at all. I can’t even tell you if it’s something I did with Chet or not because I was pretty wild at IU.”
“Jesse, we will get people on this and get it taken care of. Now, let’s talk about the phone call. What did the person say? Was it a male or female?” I ask, trying to get every detail I can so I can start narrowing people down.
The server comes with our drinks and takes our order. I order a California burger with avocado, lettuce, and tomato and Jesse says that sounds good and orders the same, with fries.
She makes sure the server is far enough away before she answers. “I couldn’t tell if it was a man or woman. The voice was raspy, like a smoker’s voice, and they cut me off when I answered the phone. They told me to listen to them and called me a whore. Then they told me that the company would be theirs. They called me a bitch, and then hung up.” She sighs when she comes to the end.
“Could you hear any background noise? Anything that would tell you where they were calling from?” I’m trying to figure out where this person is.
“I didn’t pay attention. I was kind of in shock after they called me a whore. I’m not a whore. Well…I’m not a whore, but I have particular tastes when it comes to my sins.” She looks up at me with a half-smile.
Oh, I know all about her particular tastes. She definitely loves sex. “Well, if you happen to remember anything, please let me know. I’ll be relaying all this to my team, and I will be making sure that you have a security escort for a while to make sure you’re not in any physical danger,” I tell her with a smirk.
She pulls her hand from mine and sits up in the booth. “What? I don’t need a babysitter! I’m not afraid of this sick fuck who thinks they can scare me with some pictures from my messed up past and a crazy phone call. I. Do. Not. Need. A. Bodyguard,” she says, raising her voice.
“Jesse, calm down. I have to make sure you’re safe. If it helps, I can take you home tonight because I have a meeting not far from your house.” I wonder what she will say to that.
“How do you know where I live?” She glares at me.
The server drops off our food, interrupting us. She asks us if we are doing okay and I nod.
“Aedan, how do you know where I live?” she asks me again.
I sigh. “Your father told me that you moved into his mother’s house and told me where it’s located.”
“Sure. And I’m the Queen of fucking England.”
“Nah, you are much hotter,” I reply with sarcasm, and it only pisses her off further.
“I saw you at my house this morning. Why where you there? Why were you at my house at seven-thirty in the morning, Aedan?”
I stare at her. Shit. I was hoping
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