She needs to "think" about it

Much to Jake's frustration, Sophie still involved you. She was smart enough to know that if she wanted to protect you, the two of you would be married soon and would be partners. You almost laughed when you saw the contract. But it gave you an idea.

"There's no way this is the first time he's done this." You set the papers down and brought your hand to your chin. "Falsifying statements like this is already illegal, but I'm betting he's done stuff like this across the board to other women to get them to sleep with him." You took out your phone and texted Emma. You remembered that she'd worked for the mayor's office at some point. You weren't sure if she still did, but it was worth a shot. Luckily, Emma was open to meeting you guys at your house.

"It's risky," she began. "He's connected to some very powerful people."

"I figured that. But with a mountain of evidence, people like that would rather drop someone than go down with him. Jake is, at best, a useful idiot. If he stops being useful, then they'll cut him loose." You saw this play out all the time. There was always a fall-guy in these situations. Honestly, you wouldn't be surprised if people just started tacking on charges given the opportunity.

"Maybe. But it's still a big risk for me to go back through those files. I'll need some compensation." Emma crossed her legs and smiled.

"How much?" Sophie asked.

"Oh, it's not about money. I want you." She smiled and pointed at you.

"I want a weekend with you where you treat me like a princess and tend to my every whim. Do that, and I'll risk myself for you." She leaned forward and gave you a wink.

You could almost feel the anger coming from Sophie. She didn't want to share you and you didn't particularly want to do this either. But, well, this was your best chance to take down Jake. All three of you knew that, which is what angered Sophie so much. Emma held all of the cards here.

"One weekend. Once. You only get him for a weekend and then never again," Sophie narrowed her gaze as it met Emma's.

"We'll see about that. Maybe he'll prefer my tight, young body instead of that old, saggy one." Emma giggled, earning ire from Sophie.

"If you're going to talk about my Sophie that way, then the deal's off." You took your mother's hand she held it tightly.

"Ugh, fine. You're no fun anymore." Emma groaned before changing back to the topic. "We'll meet up on Friday. I know just the place for us." She stood up and blew you a kiss. "See you soon, lover."