Chapter 28

“Another interruption,” Marc said. “Cela a été une semaine chargée.”

“C’est toi qui m’a demandé de travailler vite, “ Astrid replied as she strutted into his office. Her green hair was up in a messy bun and she was wearing an outfit that was entirely inappropriate for the office, consisting of a loose-knit sweater that looked like it belonged to a homeless addict, it was so full of holes, and a pair of skintight jeans that might as well have been the fashion-horror that were jeggings.

“Your accent is getting better,” Marc said. “Bien joué.”

“Rosetta stone,” Astrid smiled demurely, plopping herself down in the chair across from his desk. Jillian hadn’t escorted her back to his office, and Marc again wondered at how Astrid of all people could get Jillian to let her by. Not for the first time he wondered if she had seduced his secretary.

“I assume you have something for me then?” Marc asked.

“I do,” Astrid nodded. “And it’s good. Good enough that your little gifts won’t be enough for this sort of off-the-books work.”

“How much do I owe you?” Marc asked.

“No money,” Astrid shook her head, leaning forward as she smirked a little. “I’ve dug up dirt on this Victor character that has a lot of threads coming off of it leading in interesting directions. I don’t know what you’re doing working with a guy like that, but for this kind of work I need some more ... personal compensation.”

Marc sighed and glanced towards the heavens for a moment before looking back at her. “Name your price, Astrid,” he said.

“I want a night with you and Felicity,” she said. “Like the last time.”

Marc had had a feeling this was where she was going. While he and Astrid had never had sex themselves, when they had circled around each other a couple of years ago and discovered they had the same proclivities there had been one night of exploration. An exchange of sorts; of knowledge, and technique. Two Dominants, one submissive. Felicity, of course, had been willing to do as he asked. It had been one hell of a night for her, and Marc had extended the aftercare for her into a full day, she’d been so overwhelmed.

Astrid had never asked for a repeat of that night. At least until now.

“I’ll need to see if she is willing,” Marc said cautiously.

“Oh, please,” Astrid said. “If you ask her to, she’ll be more than happy to do it. Your little princess sub is wrapped around your finger as much as you are around hers.”

Marc wasn’t sure how he felt about Astrid thinking he was wrapped around Felicity’s finger, but she didn’t know the deal. The real deal.

“Still, a decision like that is something she deserves a say in, not just being ordered into it,” Marc said. “So I’ll make the proposal. I assume you’ll hold the information until you get an answer?”

Astrid shrugged a little and leaned back in her seat, reaching her arms up and stretching before reaching back over her shoulders and holding onto the back of the chair. She knew full well that doing so had lifted her shirt higher, revealing one of her tits through a hole in her sweater. “It’s only fair, I think,” she said.

“Unless you’re planning on me doing something with that, put it away,” Marc said, affecting a darker, more growly tone. His Dom voice.