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She didn't say anything, but you could almost feel the look that Sabrina shot Gemma in there. "Gem, does it help if I tell you it's nothing serious? John and I agreed what we were doing was no strings attached. None at all. So if you want, you can still date him."

"Errrgh," Gemma groaned, even more muffled, making you think she'd buried her face in her hands. "Yes, and no. And I don't know? I didn't think John was a 'no strings attached' kind of guy."

"He isn't," Sabrina said. "Not... Well, not usually, I don't think. But I wanted that, and he agreed to it."

"But what the hell am I supposed to do with that now, Sabrina?" Gemma asked. "I've seen him finger blasting you in the copy room. What's it look like if I'm all flirty with him now - he'll just think I want to ride the Palm Olive Express."

"What?" Sabrina asked.

"He'll think I'm interested in the same thing," Gemma deadpanned. "You poisoned the well. He's going to just see us for sex."

"I don't- I don't know," Sabrina hesitated. "I don't think he would. Not after today."

"What are you talking about? What did you two do today that's got you literally throwing yourself at him?" Gemma demanded.

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"Nothing," Sabrina said. "It's not- It was just a personal thing."

OK, so Sabrina wasn't going to out herself to Gemma. You could only imagine how that would go at the moment. Oh, well he found my secret amateur p**n on the internet, and we bonded over my pussy, and he was really understanding about me expressing my inner sexuality. And so I sucked his dick and then you interrupted him being sweet and reciprocating.

Alright, maybe it wouldn't have gone quite like that.

"What does that even mean? How did you two get to 'personal things' between here and another office building?" Gemma demanded.

"Just leave it, Gemma. Fuck," Sabrina sighed. "Look, you have every right to feel betrayed by me, OK? I just- Hold on."

You heard footsteps across the tile floor inside the bathroom, heading towards you.

Your panic led you to a split second decision, and you took five fast steps and were around the corner of an open, empty office doorway before you heard the washroom door open. You gulped down your nerves. Why am I hiding? you couldn't help but wonder to yourself - well, beyond not wanting to get caught eavesdropping. It was too late to change your mind now; stepping out and revealing yourself would make you look even more guilty.

You waited until you heard the washroom door close again, and Sabrina to start talking inside again, before you left the office and crept away. That was too close for comfort, and while you really wanted to know what the fuck those two were talking about, you knew it was a bad idea to risk getting caught.

Swinging by the copy room to grab your bag and the extra copies of the surveys, you decided to wait in the Intern conference room. Neither girl was there when you arrived, so you assumed they were still talking and you took a seat down at your end of the big conference table. You opened up your laptop, a cheap piece of shit the firm was supplying each of you, and quickly started to scan through your emails for the day. Most of it was inane updates you were being CC'd on, or document retrieval requests sent to the general Intern mailing list. Gemma, Eric and Andy would have handled all of those during the day.

There was an email from Andy asking you for the wifi password again - how he sent it without being logged in to that same wifi, you weren't sure. You also had an email from Gemma asking if you and Sabrina were having fun, and if you would be back into the office before the end of the day. Guess that ship has sailed. Seeing the email got you thinking about her again though - not that she'd exactly slipped your mind.

Fuck! Gemma was into you. Or had been, at least. Still was, maybe?

Other than Sabrina, she was probably one of the hottest girls you'd met in college. And now that you'd finally seen her in a bit more of a casual look, well... she still wasn't Sabrina in terms of sheer attraction right now, but she was a close fucking second place. It really came down to personality - both Sabrina and Gemma were attractive physically in different ways that were kind of hard to compare. Sabrina had just been more open in the last few weeks, more willing to be more than a hard-working intern in the office.

"Oh-" Gemma said from the doorway of the intern office, stopping short as she was surprised by you sitting there. Her eyes wide in that 'fight or flight' reaction again.

"Hey," you said, sitting up straight. "Look, Gemma..." you trailed off, realizing that even though you wanted to apologize, you actually didn't. You weren't sorry at all. And you weren't supposed to know about that conversation.

Instead of continuing, you let out a big sigh and leaned back, rubbing at your face. "Gemma, Sabrina and I shouldn't have been getting intimate like that in the office." True. "It wasn't fair to you or anyone else that we would do that, and you walking in on us like that is pretty embarrassing." True. "I'm sorry if our actions have made you feel uncomfortable working with us, but I hope it's something we can laugh about in the future. Between you and Sabrina, this has probably been the best summer I've had since I started working summer jobs. You two make this place worthwhile, and I would hate to make you feel isolated by a poorly timed decision on our part."

All of it true, none of it an apology. Maybe you were going to be a decent lawyer after all.

"It's... fine," Gemma said, slowly stepping into the room. Her eyes had narrowed to normal, but she was still a lot more tentative than usual as she circled around the far side of the big conference table to her usual seat. "I just wasn't expecting it. I've seen crazier stuff back in Sydney at school. It's fine."

"You're sure?" You asked, leaning forward again. "I wouldn't-"

"Hey, I thought you were going to stay in the copy room," Sabrina said, abruptly appearing at the office door.

"The awkwardness got to me, and I wanted to make sure you two were OK but I couldn't find you," you said. Not true. At least not entirely.

Sabrina glanced at Gemma, then at you again. "Well, I guess that's it then," she said. "We should all probably head home, it's another long day tomorrow."

"Yeah," Gemma agreed, already picking up her things from where she'd had them under the conference table. As she bent over, half-sitting in her chair, the unbuttoned top of her blouse shifted and gave you a longer, wider peek at her cleavage.

"OK," you said, really not sure where you had landed with all of this.

Sabrina answered that question for you, striding over and putting a hand on your shoulder and giving you a kiss on the cheek. She pulled back, blocking your view of Gemma, and gave you a wink, then one brief, firm kiss on the lips.

"Have a good night, you two," she said, turning out the door. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"And where exactly is that line, Sabrina?" Gemma asked, but more teasing than snarky.

Sabrina laughed and shrugged. "These days, I'm not really sure. I guess we'll need to find out."

Gemma stood, looking back over toward me as she bit the corner of her lip and chuckled softly. "Bye, Sabrina," she said. "See you tomorrow."

"Night, Gem," you said, unintentionally shortening her name.