As it turned out, the next day proved to be one of the most difficult Brittany had ever had at the firm. It started out promising enough. She got off the elevator with a sense of anticipation. Santana had admitted to wanting her. She had even had a hard time controlling herself the day before, and she had said they could try to be friends. Brittany had replayed the scene so many times in her head; if she focused hard enough, she could still feel the burn of Santana's fingertips sweeping across her forehead. It had been such a delicate gesture. Brittany was really starting to love those little moments when her boss's outer shell cracked.
She was curious about what today would hold, now that everything was pretty much out in the open. However, she was not at all prepared for what the day had in store for her.
When Brittany rounded the last corner where her desk and Santana's office were located, she immediately looked in to give a quick hello. She felt mildly disappointed when Santana was nowhere to be found, but since the lights were on as usual, she just assumed her boss was somewhere around the building and would be back soon. Seating herself at her desk, she began checking voicemails, as was her morning routine. The first message wasn't even halfway done when Santana came around the corner and instantly diverted the blonde's attention.
The rest of the message went unheard. Brittany even forgot she was holding the receiver and sat with it still held up to her ear long after the message had finished playing. Santana Lopez had ditched the power suit today, in exchange for a gray pencil skirt and black button-down tucked into it. The first few buttons at the top had been left open, and the shirt parted in that perfect way to show off her cleavage. Brittany didn't even care that she was staring, and she blatantly let her eyes slowly roam down Santana's body—her flat stomach, her perfect ass in that very tight skirt, and her legs. Oh God, her tan skin looked wonderful, and her high-heeled pumps showed off exactly how toned she was.
Her boss came to stand in front of Brittany's desk with a very knowing smirk in place.
"Good morning, Brittany. Something wrong?"
It was then that Brittany realized she was still holding the silent phone to her ear. Oh, and that her jaw was hanging open. Smooth.
"I...no...nothing wrong...just checking voicemails. I'll have them done in a moment."
Santana's smirk grew wider. "I don't hear anyone talking through the receiver."
"Erm...yes, well...I—"
"Do you stare at all of your friends like that? Or is it just for me?" Santana raised an eyebrow at the blonde playfully. Brittany could feel her cheeks starting to flush. Fuck. Santana was smiling down at her with a very mischievous grin.
"Do you torture all of your friends like this? Or is that just for me?" Brittany smiled up at the woman in front of her. If this was being friends, she'd take it.
"And how exactly am I torturing you, Brittany? All I did was walk around the corner."
"I could tell you...but I don't think it would exactly be...friendly."
"I'll just assume I know what you mean then." Santana said while starting to turn towards her office. "I'll just be in my office...you can get me those voicemails after you've finished."
"You'd better stay in there if you want me to finish anytime soon..." Brittany muttered to herself under her breath.
"Sorry, did you say something?" Santana asked from the doorway.
"Nothing...nothing." Brittany playfully smiled back. She was sure Santana had heard her.
Five minutes later, the blonde was once more handing notes over to her boss, who was sitting back casually in her desk chair listening to Brittany's summation of the voicemails. She was pushed slightly back from the desk, and Brittany had a full view of the brunette's crossed legs. It was more than distracting.
"...and...uh...Ms. Cooper will be in at 10...no, 11...yes, 11," Brittany stuttered as she checked her own notes. "Then, you don't have another appointment until—" she stopped mid-sentence. Santana had just uncrossed and recrossed her legs. What Brittany wouldn't give to find out just how smooth her skin really was...she shook her head to clear her thoughts. "—until 2."
God, Santana turned her into an idiot sometimes. The blonde made a hasty retreat from the office before she could stutter out anything else that would embarrass her.
The one good thing about Santana's appointments: she really concentrated on her client while they were in her office. Which meant that Brittany had free reign to stare all she wanted. She loved watching her. Her brows were constantly furrowed as she listened intently to her client. Her hand was constantly racing across the notepad in front of her, feverishly taking notes on everything the client was saying. She gave her input when necessary, and when she assertively stated her intended course of action for the case, Brittany could easily see why Santana had gotten a reputation so quickly. She was aggressive, bold, and unyielding. God, she was hot.
After Brittany saw out the last of Santana's clients for the day, she reentered her boss's office to announce she'd be leaving soon. The brunette was still jotting notes about her current case.
Brittany leaned against the doorframe and cleared her throat. "You write down everything, don't you?"
Santana finished her sentence and set her pen down. "It's the only way to get by. If you write your thoughts down, it's easier to remember what you need to say later." Santana leaned back in her chair again and surveyed Brittany.
"And...what are your thoughts right now?" Brittany asked quietly.
A smirk played across Santana's face. "I'm afraid I'm not at liberty to discuss it. Confidentiality and all that, you know."
"You're thinking about your case?" Brittany asked incredulously.
"Nope," Santana said with a wicked grin. Then, she sat up again and resumed an air of normalcy, shuffling papers and putting them in stacks. After she piled a few together, she held them out for Brittany to take.
"These are a few tentative dates I'm thinking of to meet again with today's appointments. Will you add them to your calendar?"
"Of course." Brittany walked forward to take the papers, and when she did, she noticed that the side of Santana's hand looked completely bruised. She set down the pen she was holding and immediately took the woman's hand into both of her own.
"Santana...what the hell did you do?"
"Huh?" her boss asked, looking utterly bewildered. She looked down at their joined hands, then at the black discoloration on her hand.
"Oh...it's because I'm left-handed. I can't write anything without my hand dragging across the ink. My hand is always black at the end of the day. Or blue. Or red. Or whichever color I felt like writing with," she finished and looked up, smiling at Brittany.
Brittany smiled back. Duh, she knew Santana was left-handed. It was one of the things she'd discovered early in her reconnaissance work. The blonde looked back down. She still hadn't let go of Santana's hand. She let her thumb lightly trace over the smudged black ink, relishing in the warmness and softness of her skin. As much as she didn't want to, she decided to fight every urge her body was giving her, and she let the brunette's hand fall.
"I'll just put these in the calendar real quick."
She couldn't be sure, but it looked like Santana's face had fallen just a little bit when Brittany had let go. It made Brittany's heart flutter weakly. Damn.
"You can go ahead and go home after that."
It didn't take long to add the dates into the calendar, as there were only a handful to add. She reached under her desk to grab her purse and keys, and when she straightened back up, Santana was standing next to her, holding out a pen Brittany recognized as her own.
"I think you left this in my office," Santana said softly.
Completely ignoring the pen and any logical response to what Santana just said, Brittany blurted the first thing that came to mind.
"Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?"
Santana smiled and set the pen down on Brittany's desk.
"I don't think that's such a good idea."
"Friends can have dinner with each other."
Santana seemed to be considering her. Her jaw was clenching and unclenching as she stared down at the blonde. Fuck, she's hot. Then she leaned down and placed her hands on both of Brittany's armrests, trapping Brittany between her and the chair. Their faces were mere inches apart. The next thing Brittany knew, Santana was closer to her than she'd been since falling asleep on her during the snowstorm. She leaned to the side and whispered softly into the blonde's ear; her warm breath tickled her skin and sent shivers down her spine.
"It's hard enough to behave here, don't you think?"
And then she started to pull away, letting the tip of her nose graze the shell of Brittany's ear as she left. With one of her hands, she let her fingertips drag slowly down Brittany's arm right before she turned and walked away.
Holy fucking shit. Brittany's heart started to pound. No, the area between her legs was starting to pound. Fuck it all, everything was pulsing.
Santana was already reseated in her desk chair by the time Brittany pulled it together enough to stand up. As she uncrossed her legs, the little bit of friction against her crotch made the pulsing all the more torturous.
Standing in the doorway once more, she managed to get out one sentence. "You have my number...if you change your mind."
With that, she turned her back on Santana without waiting for a response.