Chapter 15

By the time you got back to the BMA offices, through rush hour traffic which did in fact slow down pedestrians, it was already going on twenty minutes after end of day. Becks the secretary was gone from the front desk, replaced by a grim-faced security guard with jowls like a bulldog who didn’t even look up when you walked through to the elevators.

“Should we just drop them off at his desk, or hold on to them to give to Garrison tomorrow?” Sabrina asked you as you were stepping off onto the third floor. She hadn’t given you back your sunglasses, but had them pushed up and perched on her forehead, looking part punky biker chick and part nerdy office girl with her clothes.

“Let’s drop them off at his desk, but we should make copies first,” you said. “You know he’ll want copies, and if we do them now it means he won’t make us do them tomorrow.”

“Good point,” she said, then looked around as you both stepped out of the elevator area and into the dark hallways of the firm. “Jesus, there’s no one here.”

“Yeah, looks like everyone got out of here pretty quick today,” you agreed.

Sabrina looked around, peeking down the next hallway over, before coming back. “Alright, well ... copy room, right?”

“I can handle it if you want to get out of here,” you said. “I think you mentioned something about trying to do some tanning to our hostess at lunch.”

“I did, and that would be nice,” she agreed. “But I’m not going to just abandon you to do the last of the work. That wouldn’t really show how much I appreciate you letting me ride your coattails on this assignment.”

You laughed, and both headed for the copy room.

As you entered the closet space you fished the file folder with all of the survey answers out of your messenger bag, taking it off and setting it down on the counter opposite the copy machines. Sabrina followed you in, and as you were sorting some of the pages you couldn’t help but wonder at the difference one work day could make.

That morning you had just come out and hard-asked if Sabrina was posting on OnlyFans, and she’d almost dove into a panic spiral. Now you two were better friends than, well, ever since you’d only really been acquaintances even as fellow interns, let alone back in college. More than that even, if what you’d discussed at lunch was still on the table. Way more.

“I think three copies probably, right?” you asked, turning back to Sabrina as she was programming the copier.

“Yeah, triplicate should be fine,” she said. “Not that we probably need more than one, but it is Garrison.”

You handed her the sheets and she straightened the stack one last time before feeding it into the auto-loader of the machine. Sabrina was standing in front of you, turned away, and you took the opportunity to look her up and down. Unless she had done it during her quick bathroom break at Chambers, you knew that Sabrina was still going commando under her long skirt, and you couldn’t help but look at her tight little butt imagining what you knew it looked like from her posts.