Chapter 3

To be fair, the question was definitely out of order. Your reasoning, at least in your head, was that springing it on her after hours of being around each other would make the eventual question even more awkward and taint whatever positive interactions happened.

You definitely weren’t thinking that same way as Sabrina stared you down.

The expression on her face was cold, her eyes wide and focused on you. Had it been a minute? Or a second? The two of you were locked in on each other and the lump in your throat matched the lump that had been in your pants before this conversation.

Sabrina opened her mouth, then snapped it shut again without making a sound.

“Look, I know how inappropriate a question that was, and I’m sorry I had to ask it, but it was either that or sit on it and make things worse later on,” you said. The reasoning sounded like an HR complaint, firing and maybe even a lawsuit waiting to happen.

“How did you find out?” she whispered.

Oh. Oh, shit. That look on her face wasn’t anger, it was fear.

“Please, John, just don’t tell anyone,” she sobbed softly. Her stoney facade had broken and she was desperate. “If anyone finds out I could lose everything. Just- please? I’ll do anything. Please?”

“Sabrina, I-”

“I’ll blow you,” she said, and got down on her knees. “Every day for the rest of the summer. Just please promise not to tell anyone?” She was already reaching for your belt and zipper. It was like a dream, her on her knees in front of you, begging to suck your dick.

But the look on her face wasn’t sexy, or sultry, or seducing. It was panic, and fear. Her big eyes weren’t because she was aroused, it was guilt and sadness.

“Jesus Christ, Sabrina,” you said, taking her hands in yours before she could start unbuckling your belt. You pulled her back up to her feet. “Just hold on a second. All I did was ask a question.”

“What?” she asked. The look on her face screamed relief and confusion in equal measure. “You don’t-?”

“Hey, don’t get me wrong,” you said. “You’re making a really compelling case to just go along with what you were saying, but do you seriously think I’m the kind of guy to just ... blackmail you like that?”

“I- well-” she stuttered. She took a step back and hugged herself, her face having gone from deep terror to flushed embarrassment in moments. “I just- Fuck.” Sabrina leaned back against the counter across from the photocopiers. “Ever since I started, I’ve been worried about someone finding out. I guess I just sort of jumped to the worst-case scenario. I don’t think you’d do that, John, but to be honest we don’t really know each other that well.”

“Well, I’m not an evil blackmailing asshole,” you said. “The only reason I was asking was because if it was you, I wasn’t sure you knew someone could find you.”

OK, so you weren’t being entirely truthful. That still didn’t make you evil or an asshole. Maybe a bit dickish at worst.

“Wait, how did you find me?” Sabrina asked. “I only started a few weeks ago, and I never show my face.”