Free Virgin Dancer by Deborah Court

club's nightly income, a calendar book and cut-out articles from financial magazines - constantly terrified that he'd come back without her noticing.
     It was against all of her principles to snoop around in someone's private belongings - especially a man with whom she just had spent the most incredible night of her life -, but she felt that she had no choice. Although she felt deep in her heart that Alrik couldn't be a ruthless criminal (though could she certain of this?), there was no doubt that he was involved in some illegal activities. She wondered what this ‘business’ was that Ascobar had talked about. Drugs, some kind of smuggling, money laundry?
    Shivering, she opened another drawer. Maybe she was just too smitten with him to realize what he really was, and what he could never be for her.
    Or maybe she should just ask him and tell him the truth. But this would mean trusting him when her brother's life was at stake. Even if she trusted Alrik with her own life, she couldn't risk anything if it concerned Caleb.
    There was a high cupboard that perhaps held more information, but it was locked, and she didn't dare break into it when Alrik could come back any second. The last object of interest was his laptop, so she hurried back to the desk and turned it on.
    She was lucky. It was already on, so she didn't need to login with a password. His PC was astonishingly clean - it didn't even contain games, porn or whatever men liked on their computers. Again, just business programs and an internet browser. When she opened it to check his URL history, it had been deleted. Sighing, she opened the e-mail program and checked the e-mails he had received over the last few days. His secretary had reminded him of countless meetings with business partners and journalists, some meetings at the golf course, or informing him about musicians and DJs who wanted to perform at the club. There wasn't a single private e-mail, not even in Swedish.
    She was just about to turn off the computer when another e-mail arrived. The sender called himself ‘Michael’, without a surname. The subject line was empty, and she didn't dare to open the mail, but she could read it in the lower window since it consisted of only one sentence.
    Friday - new delivery from Ukraine expected.
    She felt her heart starting to race. Now this was something she could work with! She had no idea what this ‘delivery’ was, nor did she care. But now she had something to tell Ascobar, and she really hoped that this would be useful to him in some way. If this was the kind of information for which he was looking, he might stop threatening Caleb and she’d be free to go on with her life.
    The thought of informing the police had crossed her mind, of course, but she had decided that it was too dangerous. She just couldn't imagine that the police would give a damn about the life of an autistic teenager - probably they wouldn't even believe her. After all, what evidence did she have? Some story about a kidnapping from which she had miraculously escaped, and an e-mail mentioning a delivery. It could be some special Vodka he had ordered for his bar, or anything else. All she wanted was to get on with her normal life, go to school and visit her brother as soon as possible, to make sure that he was well.
    She had just turned off the monitor of Alrik's laptop and made sure that everything looked exactly the way he had left it, when she heard the front door clicking. "Crap," she whispered, sneaking up to the door of the office. When she peeked out, she was relieved to see that Alrik had already crossed the length of the apartment and gone straight to the bathroom. Maybe he was looking for her since she wasn't in the bed anymore. Quickly she left the office and tiptoed after him, draping herself against the wall when he reappeared from the bathroom. She pulled up one knee and placed a foot against the wall, hoping that her pose looked enticing. She was only wearing a blue silken bathrobe