Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 156

Chapter 156

"I'm not even going to dignify that with a response," Joy said. Her face had gone still as a rock, her eyes glaring daggers at you. And your phone. "If you don't want to do the work, then you'll face the consequences."

Fuck.Fuck.

She knew. Or she suspected.

"Now, if you are refusing to do the task Mrs Bellagamba relayed to me, then I'll just need to make a report of it and you can go back to your drudgery work for now. We'll see how long that lasts."

Joy left the room. You sat down heavily in your chair, pulled out your phone and stopped the recording.

"Uh, what the fuck was that about?" Eric asked.

"Remember the club?" Gemma asked him. "Kinda like that."

"Oooh," Eric said. "Well, shit. What now?"

"I don't know," you said, shaking your head.

The four of you got back to work. You only noticed Andy wasn't there after a few more minutes, and Eric told you he'd gone home sick. Weirdly, Joy just... didn't come back before the end of the day. She'd left her purse and other things in the conference room, and you had all been expecting her to show back up, but soon enough you were filing out of the conference room at the end of the day and turning off the light. None of you had any idea where she'd disappeared to.

Outside the office, Gemma walked with you around the corner and then planted a goodbye kiss on you. "Have fun tonight," she said as you both hugged each other, her chest to yours and her arms up and resting on your shoulders. "And remember what I said."

"I will," you smiled. Since you were meeting up with Sabrina later this was almost the reverse situation from yesterday.

"I'm being serious, John. Make sure you make love to her at least once," Gemma said.

Now it was your turn to kiss her. "I hear you, love. I will make sure to be as sweet and giving as I can be."

"Good," she said, then bit her lower lip and grinned. "I'm starting to get really excited about this time tomorrow."

"Why is that?" you asked teasingly.

"Because," she said, pulling you close and whispering in your ear so that none of the busy crowd walking by you on the sidewalk would hear. "I want your cock, love. I want it so bad, and inevery way."

"Every way, huh?" you asked, raising your eyebrows.

She slowly nodded. "Every. Way."

"Well, I was already excited too, but now I'm going to have a hard time getting home," you said and pressed your hips forward a little so that she could feel your quickly developing boner press against her.

She laughed. "Sorry, love."

"No you're not," you said.

"No, I'm not," she agreed with another smile and kiss.

*

It was almost a relief walking into your apartment and not interrupting something between Mosche and Tasha. In fact, neither of them were there, which left you wondering if they had swapped locations and they were busy terrorizing whoever Tasha's roommate was instead.

You spent the next hour getting ready for your 'platonic date' with Sabrina, and decided to really treat it like you had your date with Gemma. So once you'd narrowed down your outfit choices, you took a picture of them and sent them to Gemma for approval, and just like with Sabrina, Gemma immediately suggested swapping one top for another pair of pants.

She was right, that did look better.

One thing you weren't sure about was what you could bring for Sabrina. Your go-to instinct was to go get her a flower like you did for Gemma, but that felt a little... devaluing of the tradition you'd started with Gemma. This whole three-person, dating-not-dating relationship thing was only working because you weren't trying to force things and you all knew you were different people headed in the same direction. You didn't want to treat Sabrina like she was the same as Gemma because that wasn't fair to either of them.

You ended up racking your brain for a bit, trying to figure out what you could do. What sort of gesture you could make.

Knocking on Sabrina's door, you were only 50% sure you'd made the right choice. When she opened the door she was already beaming and dressed in a slinky black dress that had a shimmery quality to it. It hung from two slim straps on her shoulders and she clearly couldn't wear a bra with it from how bare the back was. It was the sort of dress suited to her small-chested frame and that could never have worked for Gemma because her boobs would have been all over the place. On Sabrina it looked perfect.

"I don't think 'Wow' does you justice," you said, openly eye-fucking her hungrily.

"You like?" she asked with that smile of hers, doing a little turn in place.

"You are absolutely breathtaking," you said, stepping forward and pulling her into a kiss. She melted against your chest there in the doorway to her apartment. Once it ended, you held up your gift. "I brought you something."

"A book?" she asked, raising one eyebrow. "A... used one?"

"A romantic mystery," you said, showing her the front. "It's from the seventies, and is about a female detective who gets involved with the man who hires her to investigate his wife's murder. I'm hoping it's got Castle vibes."

She broke into a smile, taking the book from you and turning it over in her hands. Then she kissed you again, on her tiptoes. "Has anyone told you that you're the sweetest?" she asked.

"Not today," you smiled.

"Well, you are," she said and grabbed your hand, pulling you into the apartment. "How much time do we have before we need to be out the door?"

"No specific time," you said.

"Good," she said, and then slipped her dress from her shoulders and let it slither off of her body to pool at her feet. She hadn't been wearing panties under it either. "Because I don't want to mess up our record. Come fuck me, baby."