More time at work, less time at home… with a catch.

You’d used the excuse of the case to spend more time at work, and even though that was true… You wanted to spend more time with Aubrey. You wanted to really connect with her to see if there was truly anything there. You and Aubrey hadn’t had sex since; that’s not what this was all about. Sure, the sex had been amazing, but if you were going to do… this, then you would need to make sure there was something there to risk this all for.

Of course, the others at the office noticed Aubrey’s upbeat demeanor. She’d never been a downer or a hard as, but she definitely seemed to glow now. They didn’t make the connection, well… not all of them.

The night before the big case, you were trapped at the office all night. Alone, unfortunately. Aubrey was spending the evening talking to the client while you were crossing t’s and dotting i’s. “Coffee?” You practically jumped out of your seat when you heard the soft voice.

You turned behind you and saw Dillon holding two cups of coffee. “Oh, Dillon. You scared the shit out of me. I didn’t even know you were here.” You took the coffee and took a sip. Yea… you needed that.

She sat down next to you, “anything I can do to help?”

“I wish,” you sighed, setting the coffee down. You ran your hands through your hair. “This case is huge. We’re on the verge of it going to a higher court if we can’t settle it now and we really don’t want to do that. I’m positive we’re set, but I can’t help but keep going over everything.” For you, this was almost like a proof of your abilities. If you ever wanted to make partner, a case like this would be the make or break for you.

“It sounds like you’re all set and ready. Both you and Aubrey are rockstars. You’ll knock it out of the park.” Dillon smiled.

“Yea, thanks, D. You’re right. Maybe I just need to take a break… Rest. Clear my mind.” You sighed and leaned back in your chair. Dillon set her coffee down as well and walked behind you. Her hands rested on your shoulders.

“Lucky for you, I’m good with my hands,” she laughed as she started rubbing your shoulders. She did seem very good at it; her fingers knew exactly where to press. You felt your stress melt away. “Though, I’m not as good as Aubrey.” She didn’t stop, but you did. You caught the implication.

“I, uh—” Your mind started racing. You needed to figure a way out of this.