The next morning, Brittany had to remind herself not to power walk to Santana's office from the elevator. God, she wanted to see her face. To see that smirk that would confirm what Santana had said would happen last night had actually happened.
She didn't even set her things down on her desk before walking into the huge office. And there she was. In all her glory. Leaning back in her chair, writing down some notes for one case or another. Santana looked up when she heard Brittany enter and immediately gave Brittany the confirmation she was looking for. That smirk would be the end of Brittany. She just knew it.
"Good morning, Brittany. How was your night?"
Brittany ignored this question for the moment and trooped straight to Santana's chair. Leaning down, she placed her hands on the armrests and looked into the brunette's eyes. That fiery glint was still there.
"Come home with me today, and I'll show you."
Santana took a deep breath like she was sizing up Brittany's offer. She lifted one of her hands from her lap and started tracing lines with her forefinger up Brittany's arm. She had just opened her mouth to respond when they heard the sound of heels clacking down the hallway outside. Brittany instantly took her hands off the chair and straightened up just as an older woman—another receptionist—knocked at Santana's open door. She wondered if the woman had seen anything.
Santana immediately took on an air of professionalism. "Good morning, may I help you?" she asked the woman. Brittany thought that this receptionist might be one of the ones who worked for Mr. Taylor, the senior partner.
"Ms. Lopez, I was actually coming to speak with your assistant. When I saw she was not at her desk, I assumed she would be in here. It seems I've found her," the woman said politely, yet with an unreadable expression. What the hell did she want?
"Is there something I can help you with?" Brittany asked as she began to walk towards her, giving the lady what she hoped was a very innocent smile. They stepped out into the hallway.
"Oh, it's nothing really. Just that the two copiers on this floor are not running properly today, and technical support can't get here until around 11. I just wanted to let you know that if you need printing services, you will have to use a copier on another floor until then. I figured it would be faster to walk through and tell everyone, rather than calling each of you individually."
Brittany sighed a small breath of relief.
"Oh! Well, thank you for telling me. Will we be notified once they're repaired?"
The woman nodded. "Yes, technical support has been instructed to inform each of you once they are done."
"Right. Thank you."
"I'll let you get back to work," she said, smiling at Brittany. She turned to leave, and just when Brittany was about to walk back into Santana's office, her phone began to ring. Feeling like everything (namely, her job) was getting in the way today, she went over to the desk and sat down to take the call. After she was finished, she went ahead and took the voicemails and checked Santana's schedule.
She reentered the office, and Santana had resumed the work she'd been doing earlier when Brittany had arrived. When Brittany placed the notes on Santana's desk, the brunette looked up happily at her.
"I thought you forgot about me," she said with mock hurt.
"As if that's possible," Brittany retorted quietly. She quickly went through the notes she'd made for her boss.
"You only have two meetings today, both in the afternoon. Two other clients also called and requested that you call back when possible," Brittany pointed to the corresponding notes on Santana's desk as she spoke. "That's all you have today."
"Thank you. What would I do without you?" she asked in a buoyant tone.
"You'd probably find someone else to play with," Brittany replied back. She couldn't help but think of Mr. Perkins and how he used to ask that question. Things were so different now.
"Weren't you saying something earlier? About showing me something?" Santana asked quietly, bringing Brittany out of her thoughts. She immediately smiled.
She was about to respond when she was interrupted a third time this morning. Her ringing phone was the culprit again.
"Keep holding that thought," Brittany said quickly as she turned to leave.
Once seated again at her desk, she picked up the phone to take the new call.
"Brittany Pierce, receptionist to Santana Lopez," she spoke into the receiver.
"Brittany, this is Janice, Mr. Taylor's receptionist," said a clear voice through the phone.
Weird. What did another receptionist want with her now? "Yes, can I help you?"
"Mr. Taylor has asked me to inform Ms. Lopez that he would like to speak with her in his office. Is she free for a moment?"
What the hell? Why would Mr. Taylor want to see Santana? Brittany promptly thought back to the receptionist who had been down here earlier...and wondered again if she'd seen anything in Santana's office when she'd knocked at the door. Fuck. If Mr. Taylor found out about this...
Brittany looked up at Santana, who was watching her and grinning. "She is at the moment. Should she come up now?"
"Yes, please. Thank you."
"She'll be right up."
Brittany hung up the phone and stood up to go back into the office.
"You were saying?" Santana said softly, clearly still thinking of their earlier conversation.
"Mr. Taylor wants to see you in his office, Santana. Now."
"Huh? Why?" The smile that had been on her face all morning was gone.
"His receptionist didn't say. Santana...you don't think that other woman saw anything...?"
She paused for a moment, but then shook her head. "No, that's impossible."
"Well, he still wants to see you," Brittany reminded her.
Santana stood up and began to walk towards the door. "I'll be right back. I'm sure it's nothing," Santana said without looking at Brittany. The blonde wondered if she was saying it more to Brittany or herself.
Brittany followed her out the door, but took her seat at her desk to wait.
When Santana had been gone 10 minutes, Brittany knew whatever was going on had to be almost over. When she'd been gone 20 minutes, she started worrying. When she'd been gone half an hour, Brittany knew when she came back, they'd both be fired.
Finally, after 34 minutes, Santana reappeared around the corner.
"What did he want? Is everything okay? Do they know?" Brittany blurted out questions.
"Come in here," Santana said quietly, nodding her head toward her office. Brittany followed right away.
"Brittany, everything is fine. I've been here around a month now, and Mr. Taylor just wanted to check in with me and see how everything was going. How I was...adjusting."
"Is that all?"
"Pretty much. But," Santana responded, lowering her voice, "I can't say I wasn't a little worried as I was going up there. What happened yesterday...we can't let that happen again. Do you understand? It's too risky."
As much as Brittany wanted to contest that, she knew Santana was right. They were both risking their jobs by getting involved.
Santana continued when Brittany didn't respond. "We just have to learn...better control."
Brittany nodded. She couldn't make herself say anything. Without another word, she exited the office and sat down again, feeling like crap.
The rest of the day didn't get much better. Santana kept herself busy in her office, making phone calls, talking with clients, making notes. Everything she did, though, made Brittany want to jump her bones.
With only a few minutes left before 5 o'clock, she was wondering how on earth she'd learn better control when she seemed to lose a little bit more with each passing day. Hearing her phone vibrate in her purse, she dug through it, finally finding her phone and opening a new text message. Her heart stuttered when she saw the sender.
Santana: who cares if you get caught sending a text message though...did you complete the assignment i gave you last night?
After reading the text a few times to make sure she'd read it right, she looked up at Santana. Her boss had her head bent over a book, as if she had not just sent a very interesting text message to her receptionist. She typed a response quickly.
Brittany: i did. in the shower.
The blonde busied herself with reorganizing the very organized papers on her desk, willing her phone to light up and buzz again.
Santana: tell me what you did.
Brittany's cheeks felt hot. She wondered if she could actually bring herself to tell Santana what she did.
Brittany: i guess you weren't the only one who got off last night.
Almost immediately, it lit up again.
Santana: tell me what you did to yourself.
Oh God.
Brittany: it felt so good.
She kind of couldn't believe this was happening. Another buzz.
Santana: did you use the shower head?
Brittany felt her cheeks really flushing now. Santana must have seen that her shower head detaches one of the times she was at Brittany's.
Brittany: and my fingers.
She looked up to see her boss's reaction. She wasn't positive, but it really looked like Santana took a deep breath after reading that text. Then, she immediately started typing again.
Santana: i want to fuck you so bad right now.
Holy sweet baby Jesus in heaven.
Brittany squirmed in her seat and felt wetness rub against her. Her clit was throbbing. She typed out her response as best she could with trembling fingers.
Brittany: comee t my place tonghts.
Checking the time, it was now 5 o'clock. She picked up her purse and stood, trying desperately to ignore the throbbing between her legs.
Standing in Santana's doorway, she announced she was leaving.
"If there's nothing else I can do, I think I'll head on home for the day." Her voice shook a little as she spoke, and her knees felt like jelly again.
Santana looked up and smiled innocently. "Have a good night, Brittany."
Judging by her tone, no one would have ever guessed she'd just sent a text message to her receptionist saying how badly she wanted to fuck her.