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presence was making her breathless, making her legs unsteady, which was why she needed the support of the wall. Her pride and dislike of the woman made the thoughts spinning around her head extremely difficult to accept, but she now had two fingers inside her and was fighting to keep her voice steady. ‘And would this mutual accommodation involve… after work activities?’ she asked tightly.
    ‘A young detective who becomes the aid of a senior office is at his or her beck and call at all hours of the day and night, officer,’ came the answer down the phone, the voice without apparent emotion. ‘Surely you’re aware of that.’
    Leah had to fight this. She could not give in, she could not bow and scrape before the arrogant bitch. And what if Mbweni was merely pretending to be interested? What if she merely wanted Leah to acquiesce so she had a hold over her? ‘I… I’m not going to trade my soul for a promotion,’ Leah said weakly, ‘nor my body.’
    Mbweni chuckled throatily. ‘Why, my dear, I wouldn’t want you if you did. That would make you almost as weak as Yi. After all, a lovely young lady like you could probably engineer endless opportunities with senior male officers to get the same thing, and I wouldn’t want someone who would willingly trade herself for promotion.’
    Leah was bemused, finding it hard to think straight, feeling she was being easily toyed with. ‘Then, what…?’
    ‘The accommodation I have in mind, MacInnes, is not one between equals,’ the disembodied voice told her. ‘It is when the weak acknowledges the strength of her superior, abandons the pretense of independence, and does as she is told.’
    ‘That doesn’t sound like something I’m interested in,’ Leah said, the shadow of her hand still moving rhythmically between her thighs, and she slid down the wall to her haunches, dreamily inserting a third finger into her wet pussy as she talked.
    ‘I know, my dear. That’s what makes it all the more interesting.’
    The phone went dead and Leah put the receiver back in its cradle, shaking her head.
    She ran her free hand slowly up her side, cupping her breasts and flicking her thumb across one erect nipple. Unwelcome but darkly arousing images of her and Mbweni naked came to her mind, of herself on her knees before the tall woman, and despite disliking her the images provoked a hot thrill within her body and her breath to falter in her lungs.
    A bitch, that’s what the woman was. But she was a strong and powerful bitch, and very attractive. A week ago she would have cringed at the thought of sleeping with another woman, but since meeting her new superior officer she had begun to fantasize about it more and more. It was inexplicable and shameful for someone with such staunch moral parameters to even consider such a thing… but it was also breathlessly enticing.
    Being ‘conquered’ by Mbweni might just be extraordinarily exciting…
    But damn it, she was not that bitch’s plaything! She was a strong and determined professional woman, and she would not be toyed with by anybody!
    She slid back up the wall to her feet, pulling her moist fingers from her sex, and moved towards the bedroom. She paused, staring out the window, then pulled open the door to the balcony and stepped outside.
    Twenty floors up the chill wind swirled around her, lifting her hair and raising goose bumps on her skin. She moved to the rail, a stainless steel tube frame with clear glass beneath, and leaned over, staring down at the car park and the entrance to the building. Her outer body felt the chill, but the heat within her only grew more intense. It was being naked out of doors, as she was, open to anybody’s eyes.
    There were a few nearby buildings with lights lit up and down their darkened sides. No doubt there were other people out on their balconies, a few, at least, but she could pick out none in the darkness. She bent from the waist, letting her breasts press against the cold steel of the