Chapter 36

Sinead hated being in the dark about Marc’s plan. She spent the next few days switching between grinding her teeth and clenching her fists, her nails digging into her palms. There was almost no movement in the Financial Forensics department - her two ‘coworkers’ only spent about half their time in the office, and the other half off doing audits somewhere. She continued to lack any formal assignments from the Captain, and she was starting to think she could probably just stop showing up to work and keep collecting her pay indefinitely. Or at least until someone else took over the department and actually looked at the timesheets.

But she wasn’t that kind of woman, so every day she showed up to work and did her best to comb through reports and financial records.

Her first attempt at finding out what Marc’s plan was had been to ask what she should wear - he’d told her to come ready to go out but to wear casual clothes. That did little to give her any hints. The next day she asked if she should wear the jewellery he’d given her, and he answered yes - all of it. That got her blushing in her office chair, thinking of the buttplug that was still sitting on the towel in her bathroom at home. She’d resisted the idea of putting it in during her masturbation sessions, though she knew from the one time she had done it that it gave her an achingly full feeling that heightened the sensations.

She just couldn’t lose that battle to Marc right now.

Her last attempt, earlier in the day when she was supposed to meet him, was to ask what sort of shoes she should wear. That, finally, got her something she could guess with - elegant black heels. That meant they were going out ... but did it? Sinead could picture any number of reasons Marc would want her in heels. He could want her to strut around naked in his apartment as his maid for the night. Or maybe he wanted to pin her against the wall and fuck her, and the heels would bring her ass up to a better height for him to enter her. Or it could be a dinner party at his home, and he was planning on showing her off even if it was casual.

Sinead’s imagination, she knew, was likely her own worst enemy. The one thing she decided on was that if Marc planned on sharing her in some sort of weird gangbang scenario, that was definitely over the line of what she was willing to do. Marc, she was willing to compromise herself with. Not other people.

So, nails biting into her palm, she knocked on his apartment door at 6 PM just like he’d asked.

“Detective,” he greeted her with that fucking smile as he opened to door. “C’est si bon de te voir. Please, come in.”

“Marc,” Sinead said cautiously, stepping in and letting him close the door behind her. She couldn’t hear anyone else in the apartment.

“Let me take your coat, ma petite rebelle,” Marc said, and she let him take her leather jacket from her shoulders so he could hang it up. “Keep your heels on though. We’ll see if they suit your outfit, yes? I’m sure they will.”

Marc led her into the open kitchen area, finding it blessedly empty, and accepted a small glass of wine he poured for her.

“So, you have the information?” she asked.