Jennifer
Derrick paused, his finger hovering over the buttons on the phone. He looked at Marcus, then back at me. A slow, dark smirk spread across his face.
“Anything?” Derrick asked.
“Yes,” I whispered, my voice thick with desperation. I leaned forward on the table, my breasts swaying. I looked at Marcus, then at Derrick. “Just tell me what I have to do to make this go away. I’ll do whatever you want.”
Marcus stepped in between my legs, his hand reaching out to cup my chin. He forced me to look up into his dark eyes.
“Well, Jennifer,” he murmured. “We have a lot of ‘paperwork’ to get through. And I think it’s going to take a long, long time to settle your debt.”
I nodded, my eyes narrowing as I realized exactly what they wanted. I reached out and put my hand on Marcus’s belt, my fin
