Sweet & Spicy Lesbian Short Stories (GirlxGirl)

Something in the Chocolate: Part 2

My heart flips so hard that it knocks me off-balance. The blood drains from my face. "Oh, hey, Jory!" I say with numb lips.

Jory makes a jazz hand with the one not holding the bunny head. Her hair is in a messy topknot, her light brown skin has a sheen of sweat from the stifling costume, and her eye makeup is running a little—and she still manages to look stunning.

I'm dying. Did I say anything humiliating while we were handing out presents? Oh, God, I just told her—

"Who do you have a crush on?" Jory says, a gleam in her brown eyes.

"No one. I was kidding. It's fine."

Come on. Like you don't know I'm totally in love with you.

She steps closer. The chemical scent of the costume mingles with her subtle perfume, confusing my senses. "Is it Trevor? Rae called him the only fuckable guy at the company."

Trevor? Does she seriously not know?

Oh, God. All this time I thought we were flirting, and she still thinks I'm into guys.

Or is she fishing for me to tell her I'm gay?

I open my mouth to tell her that I'm not into men, but what comes out instead is, "Did Rae really say fuckable?"

"Not at the office," Jory says, a look of horror crossing her face. "It was when our team went out for drinks."

"Oh. Cool." I suddenly wish I was on their team instead of the support team. Going for group drinks would be an excellent way to start hanging out after work. We could chat, and then I could ask if she wants to keep hanging out after everyone leaves, and invite her back to my place, and then...

"Maybe QA and support should all go for drinks one day," she says, a flush in her cheeks.

"I'd like that." I'm not sure how to interpret her invitation or the blushing, but I like that she wants to get together outside of work. Even if it is in a group.

Maybe she does like me back? I think?

She shifts on her little bunny feet.

"I should have known it was you in the costume," I say.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're such a fresh-faced new girl. You've got hope in your eyes and joy in your heart. You haven't worked here for long enough to say no to things like this." I make a general motion to the bunny suit and the dead-eyed head under her arm.

She looks affronted. "I can say no!"

"No you can't. The fact that you're on the fun committee and dressed like a bunny right now proves it."

"You're on the fun committee."

Heat rises in my cheeks. I refuse to tell her why I'm on it. "And everyone else is either a keen newbie like you or HR," I say, dodging the confession.

"It's not my fault everyone else at the company is too boring to join."

"Not boring. Just wiser. Soon you'll realize that HR makes all of the decisions for events anyway. I don't know why we even have a committee. I guess it's to give the illusion that staff get a say."

"Oh my God, you're so jaded."

"Years of working in tech when you really want to be an artist will do that to a person."

"Staff totally get a say in events. Look at this awesome day we planned."

"The day HR planned. Name one idea that came from the rest of us that is actually being implemented today."

She opens her mouth, thinks for a long moment, then closes it.

"We're victims," I say firmly. "I never agreed to lead the bunny hop today, and I never agreed to hand out Valentine's Day chocolates while dressed like Cupid or host that virtual Scrabble party last month. But I did it, all because I'm on the fun committee."

All because of Jory, really.

"But you made a cute Cupid," she says, and immediately drops her gaze and blushes deeper.

My heart leaps. Did she just call me cute? Oh my God, she thinks I'm cute.

"So, point taken, you hate this company and all manner of fun," Jory says.

I shush her, laughing in spite of myself. "You're going to get me fired."

"If you get fired, maybe you can use the severance pay to finally launch that art career," she says, cocking an eyebrow.

Wow. Ruthless.

"I'll—launch it once I—have more savings," I splutter. I hate it when people call me out for being too afraid to go after my dream. Because that's exactly what it is. And after our endless hours of messaging, Jory knows it.

She turns to the plastic table covered in extra gifts, chocolate, cups, our bags, and bits of plastic. "Ugh, I'm dying for some chocolate but I can't eat anything with this costume on."

She tries to grab a foil-wrapped egg with a bunny paw, and it slips from her fingers and hits the grass. I laugh.

"Here." I pick it up and unwrap it for her.

She opens her mouth.

I step forward and put it in her mouth—and the act is way more sensual than I was prepared for. She holds my gaze and her lips brush my fingers as she takes it. A thrill goes through my middle.

We stand there. I should step back but I don't. I'm frozen in place, fluttery from the feel of her lips on my fingers.

And she's not stepping back either.

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