11 Chapter 11

How many times could a woman go into shock in one week? Jenna wondered as she sat between Vince and Jared in a big black truck. Surreptitiously she reached under Lola’s sleeping form and checked her own pulse. Strong but fast. Her breathing was too rapid. She was probably having a panic attack. She couldn’t stop thinking about Vince’s threat to make her a slave, use her up and throw her away.

She glanced at him under her eyelashes and caught him staring at her with a frown on his face. He was sitting on her right, while Jared was driving the truck. She squeezed her eyes shut. Her poor brain wouldn’t stop trying to decipher the word slave. He meant housecleaner, right? He was going to make her clean his floors and toilets and wash his clothes until she was all used up?

Of course that’s what he means, Jenna. Because he kisses all of his housecleaners. God, I’m an idiot.

"Why’s she blonde?" Vince interrupted her thoughts.

She looked at him sharply.