Le Français Pt. 06 - Sex Stories

Le Français Pt. 06

... 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.

Marc tutted softly. "Straight to business, Sinead?" he asked. "I was hoping we were building a better rapport than that."

Sinead fucking hated that she blushed. "Sorry," she said. She hated that she apologised, too. "I'm just under the gun at work and whatever you've found could be a big help." She hated that she was lying, and that shewasn't under the gun. She should have been. She should have had a Captain breathing down her neck to get results. She hated that no one seemed to care what she was doingexcept for Marc.

"Ah, yes," Marc said. "Well, let me assure you, this should help." He pulled out a small thumb drive and took her hand, ...

... pressing it into her palm. "Everything is here. I have included some of my own notes."

"How did you get this?" Sinead asked. "If it was obtained illegally, it's not admissible in court."

Marc hesitated. "A... friend did a favour for me,un petit service," he said. "So no, I doubt it would be usable in court. But it will certainly point you in the right direction."

Sinead grimaced as she looked down at the thumb drive in her hand, but clenched her fist around it and nodded. Then she looked back up at Marc. "It was just a favour? Did it cost you anything?"

Another uncharacteristic hesitation from him, which made Sinead wonder what he wasn't telling her. "What I paid,ma petite rebelle, is not important to you. What I ask is much more so."

"And what's that?" Sinead asked quietly.

"Come," Marc said, setting down his wine glass and leading her towards the stairs up to his loft.

Sinead swallowed the last of her wine and followed.

"Fuck me," she muttered to herself ten minutes later, looking at herself in the mirror. The dress, another new one that Marc had presented her with, was fucking gorgeous. There weren't any tags on it but she could tell it was designersomething and it was like someone had made it for her. The black cocktail dress hugged her small curves like a glove and lifted her tits to look like they were two cup sizes larger. It was elegant and sexy and as she looked at herself in the mirror she knew she looked absolutely stunning. Like a femme fatale ...