Le Français
Copyright© 2024 by BreaktheBar
Chapter 87
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 87 - On the hunt for the mysterious crimelord 'Le Français,' Detective Sinead Connors meets financial wizz Marc Fornier. When she needs his help in her investigation, Marc decides that she can pay him back through a little game...
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Coercion Consensual Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Crime BDSM DomSub MaleDom Light Bond Rough Spanking Group Sex White Male White Female Oriental Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Public Sex Small Breasts Slow
Marc’s patience might have been an aggravation to the Detectives, who were texting him for updates on a daily basis, but he was very aware that he was dealing with a delicate situation.
Work, at least, was as it always was. It was still the quiet period for the year, and he often thought of February and March as the lull before the storm that was young, hungry Finance folks waking up like bears at the end of winter and wanting to gorge themselves on the fresh berries on the trees, salmon in the streams and wayward reckless campers and tourists. Soon enough he would be putting in extra hours to keep ahead of his hungry staff as they hunted down the work and brought it in for him to close.
Four days since the encounter he’d planned between Sinead and Felicity, and a week since he’d sat down with the Detectives at the coffee shop, was stretching things in terms of the Victor situation though. Marc was starting to consider options beyond his current thoughts and plans. Unfortunately, those options boiled down to him taking a risk and making his involvement in the eventual case more obvious or tapping into Astrid as a resource again.
Except Astrid had made it clear she wasn’t interested, so getting her interested would require what would likely be a very humbling and uncomfortable experience.
The risk sounded a lot better than handing Astrid the reins during a private encounter, even if it did mean reputational damage.
Thankfully, Marc was saved from those considerations by Jillian coming to his office door. The gorgeous woman was stone-faced and only knocked perfunctorily before striding in since his door was open.
“Marc, I’d really appreciate some warning before that man comes in,” she said.
That one threw Marc off a little. “I’m sorry, Jillian. Who is here?”
“Victor,” she said, her voice dripping with distaste.
“Ah,” Marc said, then frowned. “Ah. I wasn’t expecting him, Jillian, or I would have. My apologies.”
“I would be more than happy to let him know you are occupied and he should email you to request a meeting,” Jillian said, a cool smirk on her lips.
“No, no,” Marc sighed. “I’ll come fetch him away from your desk and handle this now.” He stood, expecting her to head towards the door, but she didn’t, and he slowly buttoned his jacket. “Something else?”
“Why is he here, Marc?” his secretary asked. “Unscheduled, off the books. He’s definitely not your friend just stopping in for a chat. Does he have anything to do with the Detective who’s barged in here?”
Marc paid Jillian well to be good at her job, so it was entirely unsurprising that she was piecing together the strange occurrences of the past two months.
It was still a little frustrating, but unsurprising.
“Je te le dirais si je pouvais,” Marc sighed. “But it’s best if I don’t. For the both of us.”
Jillian narrowed her eyes, looking Marc up and down quickly as she made an obvious assessment of her boss. “Is it?” She challenged him. “Marc, if you’re in some sort of trouble, you do know you could trust me to do what’s best for you, right?”
Marc grunted softly and took a breath, looking his secretary in the eye and purposefully not giving her the same assessing look. Jillian knew she was a beautiful woman, and she dressed to be chic and stylish and sometimes even distracting, knowing a very small part of her role in the office was to provide just a touch of classy eye candy. And she was very good at walking that line. Today, she was wearing a sleek black pantsuit made out of a shimmery material, the cut of it accenting her slim body while also emphasizing her bust under the white shirt and thin black tie. She wasn’t showing anything, and yet the eye would inevitably be drawn to her charms.
And Marc was religious about not undressing her in his mind’s eye because he knew she was a lesbian in a committed relationship, and she appreciated a softer touch when someone was admiring her.
“I do, Jillian,” he finally said. “If I haven’t made it clear before now - if something happened here and I was leaving the firm, I wouldn’t expect you to follow me, but I would make certain that wherever I landed next would have an option for me to bring you over if you wanted. You’re the most valuable member of this team, and I trust you to know everything.”
“Except this,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.
“If you truly want to know, I’ll tell you,” Marc said sincerely. “I’m being truthful when I tell you, it is better if you don’t know this thing.”
“You’ll tell me anything I want to know?”
“I will,” Marc nodded. It could be helpful to have Jillian in-the-know when it came to the dealings with the Detective - or at least the Victor-related elements. She could help with managing any future necessary mid-day outings if the Detectives required his presence for something.
“Are you going to ask Felicity to marry you?”
Of all the possible questions Marc had been ready to answer, he hadn’t expected that. “Pardon?”
Jillian tilted her head and raised an eyebrow at him. “You heard me,” she said. “You’ve been seeing Felicity for, what, four years now?”
“Over three,” Marc said.
“Nearly four,” Jillian said. “And she’s brilliant, funny, beautiful, and loves you. So what are you doing? Are you going to ask her to marry you, or are you just stringing her along?”
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