A/N: Wow! I would like to take a few seconds to say thank you to all of you! I cannot believe the amount of alerts/favorites and reviews that this story has received and I am beyond happy! Thank you so much, it truly means the world to me and I'm glad you guys are enjoying this. I wasn't really planning on making this a long story, but I guess we'll see how things turn out. Thanks again for all the kind words and support.. Oh and I will try to keep updating at least once a week, work is pretty crazy but writing definitely helps release tension and stress… Now, on with the story
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of the characters, just the plot and whatever mistakes you may find :p
Chapter 2 – Two can play that game
Santana's mind is running a mile a minute. She is sure she is in trouble, how could she not be? She just told the Region manager, her boss' boss' boss, that a) she has absolutely no interest in what she's going to say and b) that everyone considers her a stuck up bitch!.. But for some reason that is not the only thing disrupting the peace of her mind, and as she keeps her gaze towards the front of the room she has to hold in a mildly amused chuckle because seriously, out of all the people that are inside this room right now, she managed to run into this 'stuck up corporate bunny' who is, without a doubt HOT, VERY HOT but also sweet, and smart, and has the most beautiful eyes she has ever seen, and an amazing smile that seems to stop time whenever is directed at her, like it is now.. But she sees how Quinn's smile turns into a smirk, and it is then that she realizes she's staring.. AGAIN!
She is actually thankful that Ms. Fabray is now a great distance from her, so she won't notice the blush creeping up her neck and cheeks for being caught, it really isn't her fault, you know?, but even when her face is warming up, Santana can't stop looking at the 'committee table', and she can't help missing the smell of Quinn's perfume.. That unique scent, a mix of strawberries, cream and something that is just Quinn, a scent that captivated her since she was able to smell its sweetness for the first time when Quinn came close to her.
For the first time ever since she started attending these meetings, Santana was actually focused on the front of the room until the first break came around. After about 5 hours they get a decent 60 minute break for everyone to get some lunch from the buffet, visit the restrooms and perhaps the smokers get enough to sneak in a cigarette, there was maybe a 15-minute break somewhere in there, but nobody really left the room. As soon as the break was announced Santana made her way out of the room, just trying to avoid any awkwardness that may come from running into her Region Manager, who she basically insulted earlier in the day. In all her hurry; however, she did not notice the pair of hazel orbs that followed her every move, nor did she see the playful smile grazing those rosy lips and the mischief behind the manager's gaze.
After eating a quick lunch consisting of a turkey breast sandwich, some baked potato chips, a diet coke and of course a chocolate chip cookie, she walked outside to the designated smoking area and chilled there with some of her co-workers, making small talk for about 10 minutes. While looking through the window she was able to identify her boss' silhouette and decided to make her way back inside. As she walked through the small hallway leading from the outside area to where Robert was, she could see him laughing at what she guessed was a really bad joke – She could totally tell that was Robert's fake laugh –and 2 seconds after, the other corporate big shot excused himself to take a phone call; she continued to walk towards him to give him a proper good morning, well more like afternoon, greeting as well as a piece of her mind, she hadn't had a chance to do that yet with the hectic morning and the endless hours of staring, and thinking, and staring again.. Ugh Lopez, who knew you'd be so easy to get hooked? – Whatever, she's probably just playing around or something.. She totally looks like one of those that talk the talk but can't walk the walk, Ha! She wouldn't know what to do with all this Latina sexyness ;)
"Ms. Lopez" – greeted Rob. Santana just rolled her eyes and smiled
"You do know you will pay for this, right Rob?" He just laughed and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"You totally stole about 20 minutes of beauty sleep, and that is not good with me. I know I don't actually need it for beauty, of course, but I cannot slack or I'll start seeing bags under my eyes in no time and yes, I AM absolutely breath-taking, but that is still a look that I cannot pull"… Santana said jokingly as she smiled sweetly at her boss. After all the years she had working with him, Rob knew Santana's temper and they were actually good friends.
Rob was now facing her directly and his eyes projected a bit of seriousness, he meant business now – "I actually must say I'm impressed with your behavior"
– "oh, really?" Santana said, almost sarcastically.. "and what exactly did I do that left such an impression on you Mr.?" .. Rob took a sip from the cup he was holding and started to respond, his eyes lingering for a second too long on something behind Santana… "Well" - he proceeded - "Out of all the times we have attended meetings like this, I had never, EVER, seen you so into it before. You were completely focused on the speakers; I mean, your eyes did not leave the 'committee table' once since Ms. Fabray started her speech"
Upon hearing this Santana started blushing, of course he would assume she was looking at the speakers, any normal person would; but in reality she spent at least 3 out of those 5 hours day-dreaming about blond hair and hazel eyes and the rest of the time just looking straight ahead and into them until she felt lost in their depth. But of course, being the fierce smartass that she is, she couldn't keep her mouth shut… "What can I say Rob… If something catches my attention is because it's worthy to look at."
"..Look at?" asked Rob confused. – "Or listen to" Santana tried to cover, "Whatever, you get my point…"
And that's when she heard it.. that sweet, intoxicating chuckle coming from right behind her. Rob's eyes again looking at something, or rather someone right behind her.
"Good morning Ms. Fabray" - the words leave Rob's mouth and that warm feeling that lets Santana know her skin is turning bright red is back and running through her entire face. Oh God please tell me she did not just hear me say something that stupid! She was not laughing at me! Reluctantly, she turns around to face her fate.
"Good morning Rob, Ms. Lopez" Quinn says. Her eyes linger on Santana for a few seconds, moving from her eyes to her lips and then back up. Quinn is now wearing what seems to be her signature smirk and she walks past the couple and towards the end of the hall pulling out her cell phone.
"Oh, I didn't realize you knew Ms. Fabray" asked Rob, not totally oblivious to their little interaction.
"I don't actually know her…" replied Santana; still working on convincing herself that Quinn hadn't heard her confess to blatantly looking at her... "I met her this morning, you know when I got here about an hour before the freaking meeting started because SOMEbody thought I couldn't be trusted!" she then playfully poked Rob, hoping the change in subject had been smooth enough for him to drop the previous one without reading too much into anything; and luckily for her, it was. They made small talk for another two or three minutes and Santana excused herself to use the restroom and then grab some coffee before having to go sit back down.
She walked towards the restroom absentmindedly, just thinking about Quinn and with a million questions in her head. What does she want with me? Is she teasing me? God, that smirk.. those eyes.. It could never happen though, I'm sure there's some policy against co-workers dating or fraternizing or whatever it's called. Well, but I don't want to date her, right? I'd be fine with just one night… one chance to have my way with that smoking body, milky skin, perfect ass ughhhh..
"Well, somebody is truly fighting a meltdown over there.." and just like that, all thoughts left Santana's mind, she stopped abruptly and her brain focused on the source of all her new found concerns and inevitable distraction.
"Quinn.. I mean, Ms. Fabray; I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were in here" She apologized as she made her way to head back out the door.
A smooth, milky hand covered her own as she tried to turn the door knob and stopped her. Santana stood there, frozen, not sure of what to do. She knew what she wanted to do, but she wasn't sure of what Quinn wanted, so she waited.
"I saw you staring at me... the entire time we were in there" Quinn's voice was low and husky, filled with what Santana perceived as lust and desire. "and then you seemed to drift off to another place.." Quinn continued – Santana audibly gulps but turns around; sure, they are at a work meeting and she should not over step, but SHE IS Santana Lopez and she has dignity and a badass reputation to uphold..
"Well, as I've mentioned before to other colleagues.. if something catches my attention is probably something interesting and worthy to look at.. Now you Ms. Fabray, you're quite complex, hard to read, mysterious but equally exquisite, and that ma'am, makes you worthy of staring at.. Funny thing is, from what I hear, you probably looked my way just as much as I did yours.." and now it was time for the well developed Lopez smirk to come into play.
When turning around maybe a minute ago, Santana removed her hand from the door knob, but she now noticed Quinn's was still there, and as she heard her lock the door she also felt Quinn step closer and closer to her, so close that her body was now pressed flush against Santana's. Quinn started leaning in, her face coming closer to Santana's and even though she tried to fight it, her reactions to Quinn were overwhelming; she could not keep herself from closing her eyes and no matter how many times she repeated instructions in her brain, her breathing kept shortening and turning heavier.
Quinn's lips grazed Santana's right ear and she felt the hot air hit her when Quinn finally spoke, Whispering into her… "Too bad we only have about a minute left…" Santana's breath hitched as Quinn's right hand moved slowly up her thigh and her nails were lightly scratching the exposed skin as her left hand was still close to the door knob and keeping Santana in place. "…had you walked in sooner I would have been able to show you JUST how worthy I really am.." She then took Santana's earlobe in her mouth, nibbled on it and pulled it with her teeth until she heard Santana hiss lowly in pleasure.
Quinn pulled back slightly and met Santana's gaze. Santana's eyes were dark chocolate by now and filled with hunger and desire; she was ready to forget everything else and just pin Quinn against the wall, make sure she screamed her name until she was completely out of energy and then have her way with her again and again until she was not able to stand by herself any longer.
But as if reading her mind, and wanting to just tease her once again, she heard Quinn release the lock and turn the doorknob. Santana reluctantly moved out of the way and Quinn walked out, turning to look over her shoulder and winking at her, heading towards the meeting room as if nothing had happened.
Santana took a moment to pull herself together; she straightened her clothes, fixed her hair, and retouched her make-up… Of course by the time she got back, the meeting had already started so she walked to the back of the room, grabbed some coffee and found the chair furthest away from the 'committee table', but as she looked up, she saw hazel eyes following her and she let a smirk settle on her face. Quinn thinks she has won, but oh how wrong is she.. This just started Fabray so get ready 'cuz two can play that game.. and with that, Santana sat back on her sit and started thinking about just how worked up she could get Quinn and made a mental note to check with Rob if Mrs. Fabray would be making an appearance during the 'team building activity', code for Happy Hour Special after work, that was sure to follow this dreadful gathering. Only a few more hours, Fabray; and the Game Is On.