She reaches for the file, her fingertips trembling. The city lights throw her face into shadow, but her eyes are on fire.
She flips through the top page, scanning fast, then the next. Her lips part as she realizes what she’s seeing: full witness statements, the prosecution’s phone logs, even a blurry Polaroid.
I move closer, just enough that I can see the pages from over her shoulder. “We saved everything,” I drawl. “We always do.”
She turns the next page, and her hand goes white-knuckled on the file. “But this wasn’t in the public record!”
James nods. “That’s the point. If it were, you wouldn’t need us.”
Marnie’s not even listening. She’s buried in the pages now, chasing the trail with the hunger of a starved animal. But then, when she gets to the last page, she stops, breathing hard. She sets the file down and looks up at us, like she’s just surfaced from the bottom of the ocean.
“Why are you giving this to me?” she asks, and her voice is unsteady.
James leans back, all smooth angles. “Because you’re sweet, baby girl. And incredibly lovely, and innocent. And tight on the inside, I bet.”
Marnie flushes.
“So you’re serious. One taboo night.”
I sit beside her on the sofa, close enough to feel the heat of her bare thigh against my trousers. I don’t touch her, but I don’t leave much space either.
“Yes, one taboo night,” I repeat, my voice quiet but unyielding. “You, with both of us. No limits. Nothing off the table. In exchange, you get all of it—every file, every record, every secret we have.”
The beautiful blonde is still for half a second, then steadies herself, folding her arms across her big breasts. “That’s?—”
James interrupts, gentle. “Not blackmail. We’ll give you the files regardless. But we want you, Marnie. We want therealyou. Not the good girl who plays by the rules, but the one who broke into an archive and lied to a partner’s face without blinking.That’sthe version we want to see.”
She opens her mouth, but nothing comes out. Instead, her gaze flickers from James to me, to the file, then back to my lap.
I watch her. There’s a war going on inside that pretty head—rage and pride and hunger, all braided together. Her brain says fuck you, but her eyes are glassy with the desire to be with two men. Shit, I can already smell pussy arousal in the air, and my dicktwitches again. Fuck, I need to fuck her cunt and ass stat, so this better not take too much longer.
But still, patience is key. I reach out, slow, and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. Marnie shivers.
“No one’s forcing you,” I say.
She bites her lip, hard enough to go white. “You’re bastards.”
I smirk. “That’s the job.”
She glares at me, but her chest is rising and falling fast. The flush on her cheeks is spreading down her neck, blooming in the open space between her collarbones.
James stands and sets his glass on the table, the ice tinkling.
“You don’t have to answer now. You can think about it. Or you can say no and we’ll forget it. Leave your key card on the table if so,” he adds in a casual tone. “There’s no need to come back to the office if that’s your decision.”
She shakes her head, once, almost violently. “No. I want it. The files, the truth. I want all of it.”
I lean in, so close my mouth is almost on her ear. “And the rest?”
She draws a shaky breath, the wine glass trembling in her hand. Then she sets it down, wipes her palms on her thighs, and turns to face me head-on.
“If we’re doing this, we do it my way,” she whispers, the words wavery but determined.
James smiles, slow and approving, flashing white teeth. “Of course, baby girl. We wouldn’t expect anything less.”
Marnie looks at both of us, her jaw clenched, big breasts heaving.
“Then let me give you a preview to show how serious I am,” she says, voice barely above a whisper. “Because I am, boys. I want everything … and that includes both of you.”
