The three of you, Sabrina, Gemma and yourself, ate lunch together in the office and none of you brought up the relationship stuff that had been going on between you. Things, it felt like, were back to normal. By the time you all were back to work, Andy and Eric returned from lunch fifteen minutes late and in a rush.
Thankfully, for them at least, none of the Partners or associates noticed. Still, the afternoon felt like it dragged on as files came into the conference and were sent back out with sticky notes and highlighter. It was around four o'clock when you went to grab some water from the kitchen. As you were sipping it you got a text from Sabrina. 'Check OF!!!'
You frowned and looked up and down the hallway. Trent, one of the associates, had just left the kitchen as you were coming in so you were now alone. You switched off your wifi and then brought up Sabrina's OnlyFans page. The first thing you noticed was that she must have timed the upload release of the video you'd helped her with last night - it had released about an hour ago and had a surprising number of views. Her last video had a lot of views as well.
Holy shit, Sabrina's subscriber count had shot up by over 1000 since last night. You weren't completely sure of the backend split that OnlyFans gave the models, but that had to be well over $5000 extra dollars in Sabrina's pocket just this month alone.
'Holy shit. That's awesome!' you texted back. 'I think you owe me dinner, tho.'
'I owe u appetizers, dinner, dessert, and then a late night coffee.' she texted, along with a series of emojis that you were pretty sure were meant to be sexual.
Then Sabrina came down the hall, and seeing you were alone she skipped into the kitchen, right up to me, raised on her tiptoes and kissed me on the mouth. No tongue, unfortunately, and it was sweet and cute and made your heart flutter a little.
"OK," she said. "Don't talk about that here, obvi. But tell me, did you ask her?"
"I did," you said. "We're going out tonight. The arcade bar on fifth, then the Beaumont food trucks."
"Oh, that's a good date. Nice thinking," Sabrina said. "I'm actually kinda jealous."
"Really?" you asked. "I thought-"
"Not of the date, of the food," Sabrina assured you.
"Well, we can still go do the food trucks as friends. It doesn't have to be a date," you said.
"And that, John, is yet another reason why I want to-" she stuck her tongue into her cheek and made the universal hand sign for blowjob.
"Good to know. Bring food, get fun," you laughed.
"Definitely," Sabrina nodded. "Well, good food, anyways. McDonalds might get you a quick flash at best."
"Hey, better than nothing," you said.
She snorted and shook her head. "OK, so what time is your date?"
"Eight," you told her.
"Ooh, OK," Sabrina said. "Text me your address. I'll be at your place at six."
"Wait, you what?" you asked.
"I'll be at your place at six," she said. "I'll help you pick out the right outfit."
"Sabrina, just because I'm not a natural secretary whisperer doesn't mean I can't dress myself."
"Pick out your outfit was code for blowing you so you're not constantly thinking of sex during the date," Sabrina said.
"Oh..." you said. "Uh, OK. Um. Thanks?"
"Looking forward to it," Sabrina laughed. You both started walking back to the conference room again.
"Hey, um, any chance you... would actually help me pick out my outfit?"
Sabrina snorted. "Yeah, I can do that too."
Back in the office you were all settled into your work again when Eric messaged you over the Slack. 'Yo.'
You looked over and he was staring hard at his laptop screen. Frowning, you messaged back. 'What's up?'
'Do you think I should ask Gemma out?'
Oh, god. How were you supposed to answer this? You could tell him yes to watch him crash and burn, or you could tell him no and then, if things went well between you and Gemma, he could get mad. You decided that today was a good day, and you didn't want to risk karma taking it out on you later. 'Probably not. I have a date with her tonight.'
"What?" Eric blurted out.
"Something wrong?" Sabrina asked.; We were all staring at him.
"Oh, uh, nothing," Eric said. "I just... lost some work I didn't get to save."
"Bummer," Gemma said, and went back to her highlighting.
'When did this happen??!? Why didn't you tell me???!!'
You sighed and shook your head. 'Literally 4 hours ago. We've been in this room since then.'
'Dude. Nice. Get a pic of them titties for me.'
'Eric, this is the Slack chat.'
'O, fuk.'
You were fairly certain Eric spent the rest of the day trying to google ways to delete Slack chat comments.