Page 18 of Fetch

“Goodnight, pretty girl.” He clicks off his camera and logs off.

I’m speechless. All I can do is sit here while my head explodes. I know what I heard. He called me Roxy.How the fuck does he know my real name?

“I swear on Jason Momoa, I never told him your real name, Rox. No one did.” Juniper slips another record in between two others. One of our regulars just dropped off another box of vinyl he found at a garage sale.

“Well, then what the fuck? This is really starting to creep me out.” I chew on the straw of my iced latte.

She snickers. “Why were you on with him after we all logged off anyway? It’s giving secret love affair vibes.”

My cheeks heat. Fuck. “Um. He’s just been helping me with a few things in the game.”

“Bullshit,” she says through a snort. “Your face is as red as this album cover. Spill the fucking tea, bestie.” She holds up a copy of “Rebel Yell” by Billy Idol.

I have been feeling so fucking guilty for keeping this from her. “It’s nothing. We’ve flirted a little.”

She sets the stack down and arches an eyebrow at me. “You’re a terrible liar.”

I blow out a deep sigh. “Fine. He sometimes gets me off. Like we talk dirty to each other.”

Her mouth drops open. “You’re having headset sex with ComeFindJack11?”

“Shhh.” I glance around the store to see both of our customers gawking in our direction. “It’s not sex. Well, it kind of is. He makes me do things…”

Her grin widens. “Ooh, you dirty little slut. What kinds of things?”

I grab her wrist and yank her in the back. “Milo, can you watch the front for us?”

He looks at me like a deer caught in the headlights. “Everything okay?”

She rolls her eyes at him. “No, we’re both on our periods and need to hold each other to ease the pain.”

His face pales as he rushes to the front of the store without another glance back.

“Okay, tell me everything, bitch.”

And for the next twenty minutes, I do. In detail. It was hard to get most of it out amid her gasps and smart-ass comments. But I finally relay everything that’s happened so far.

She grabs my shoulders and shakes them. “You’ve been holding out on me. I had no idea you were such a freak.”

My cheeks blaze again. “I don’t know what I’m doing. His voice… he makes me do shit I would never do with anyone else. But I’m starting to regret it. I think he might be a little weird.”

She bursts into laughter. “You think? Was it when he made you lick up your own cum that gave you that impression? Or maybe when—”

“Oh my god, stop. I’m already ashamed as it is.” I fold my arms to my chest and pace around our break room.

“Okay, maybe you didn’t hear him right. You were super tipsy and in the throes of an orgasm. Or maybe someone did accidentally call you Roxy, and we just don’t remember. What other explanation is there?”

I chew on my lower lip. “Yeah, maybe you’re right. But I don’t think I’m going to log on tonight. I need a break from whatever this is.”

“Oh, shit!” Milo shouts.

Juniper hisses. “For fuck’s sake, he can’t watch the store for five fucking minutes without me.”

I follow on her heels to find out what his problem is.

“What is it, Milo?” Juniper snaps.

“One of our regulars was robbed and murdered.” He holds up his phone, showing us the news article.

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