The accusation came on Tuesday. Elena sat in the conference room, her stomach twisting, her p***y still aching from the night before.
She hadn’t touched herself. Hadn’t dared. But she’d woken up wet, dreaming of their hands, their mouths, the denial that had left her shaking until dawn.
“Someone accessed the client database,” her manager, Richard, said. He slid a tablet across the table. “Your login. Your IP address. Three thousand files downloaded, Elena. Credit cards, social security numbers, addresses.”
Elena stared at the screen. Her name. Her credentials. “I didn’t… I would never—”
“You’re the only one with access to that server. The only one in the building that weekend.” Richard’s face was as hard as stone. “This is termination level. Potentially criminal charges.”
“I was fram
