A/N:

This story is for entertainment purposes only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. Any original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author.

Mistakes are mine.

I hope you enjoy the story.

Chapter 1:

The incessant ticking, in an otherwise quiet room, was driving Regina mad. Staring at the mountain of paperwork, piled high on top of her desk, all she could think about was that annoying, ever present Emma Swan. Things were just fine until she showed up. Well, not really fine, but more under her control.

She admitted she wasn't the most popular person at her father's company, but at least she was respected. Well, maybe respected wasn't correct either. More like feared. Either way, it kept people from driving her nuts with their nonsensical jibber jabber when they passed by her in the hallway. She didn't have time for polite small talk. She wasn't interested in being friends with the other employees.

So, when her father insisted on hiring a personal assistant for her, Regina had a moment of panic. Didn't he think she could handle things on her own? She always had before. Maybe she'd done something wrong, and this was his way of letting her know without being direct about it? He was often as impossible to read as her mother, and twice a difficult to pin down.

All week she tried to schedule a time to discuss this very thing with him, but his secretary insisted his schedule was full. How could it be too full for his daughter? He was definitely avoiding her. He knew her temper. Hell, she knew her temper. As much as she hated it, she'd just have to be patient and wait until he came to her.

When her intercom buzzed, Regina found herself jolted back to the here and now. Damn! No escaping Emma Swan.

"Yes Ms. Swan?" She made no attempt to hide her impatience at being interrupted, even though it was only from fretting.

A slight bit of static preceded Emma's voice. "I'm heading out to run some errands and get some lunch. Would you like me to pick you something up?"

Staring at the phone intercom, as if she could incinerate it with the right look, Regina curtly answered, "No thank you."

"But surely you need more than just coffee to function." Emma didn't give her a chance to protest. "I'll surprise you with something."

"No, that's really not necessary—"

It was too late. Emma had already disconnected.

"Ms. Swan?" Regina dropped her pen and picked up her phone in a desperate attempt to get her back. "Ms. Swan?"

Realizing her efforts were a waste of time, Regina slammed down the phone in frustration. There had to be a way to get rid of that woman. Her father thought he was smart dumping that infuriatingly, always cheerful woman in her lap.

Pushing her chair back away from her desk, she stood, walking with purpose to her office door. She opened it and looked out into the reception area. Emma's desk was deserted. Too late. Damn!

"Good afternoon, Ms. Mills." Regina flinched, surprised by the cheery voice. Turning her head, she found Belle, the office file clerk looking at her expectantly. "If you're looking for Emma, she's left on an errand. Could I help you with something?"

Oh dear God! That's all she needed. Once Belle started chatting, it was hard to get her to shut-up. "No, my dear. I just wanted some more coffee."

"I could get it for you. I'm certain you're very busy, and—"

"No, no. That's quite all right. I need to stretch my legs. You can get back to what you're doing."

Belle smiled, unaffected by her tone. "It's no problem."

Regina began to leave her office area. "No, I can do it."

Heading toward the break room, Regina knew she'd already exceeded her caffeine intake for the day. One more cup of coffee would probably have her bouncing off the walls. What did it matter? She couldn't focus anyway.

A half hour later, her coffee cup empty, Regina sat in her office staring off into space. Why did her thoughts manage to work their way back to Emma Swan? The thing that bothered her the most about the woman wasn't that she disliked her, like everyone thought. What bothered her was how much she liked her.

Since Emma started working for her about a week ago, the energy in the office shifted. She felt something changing inside herself as well. Something that frightened her. Daniel was the last person to make her feel like this. No, she shook her head. This was different, something much more intense.

Pushing her paperwork aside, Regina leaned back in her chair and allowed her mind to wander.

It was late. The building was vacant except for her and Emma. So focused on paperwork, she didn't see or hear when Emma entered her office. It's only when she felt a pair of hands resting on top of her shoulders that she knew something had changed.

"What are you doing?" Regina protested, attempting to stand, but remained seated, held in place by two strong hands.

"You work too hard." Emma's voice was low, husky. "You need to learn how to relax."

"But—"

When those hands began to knead her shoulders and neck, Regina stopped talking. Her eyes drooped, threatening to close as her body responded to Emma's touch.

"It's been a long time, hasn't it?"

"Too b-busy." As her muscles began to relax that wasn't all she felt. Arousal. As the throbbing between her legs become more pronounced, she shifted in her seat, discovering just how wet she was becoming. No, she needed to stop this now. "This isn't—"

"Appropriate? No, maybe not, but necessary."

"Ms. Swan." The protest was weak. Regina knew it.

"I told you to call me Emma. But, it does kind of turn me on to hear you say Ms. Swan." Her tone was suggestive, full of naughty implications.

Regina shivered, feeling her nipples contract and her pussy clench.

"I know you like me, as much as you pretend to only tolerate me. Why won't you just admit it Regina?"

"Don't—"

"Don't what? Don't stop?" Emma's hands drifted downward, slipping down inside the top of Regina's blouse. "I see how you look at me. Don't think I haven't noticed."

Regina was about to deny it when her breasts were palmed. A soft moan slipped past her lips. Her clit tightened and pulsed as she felt her bra covered nipples pinched and rolled.

"All prim and proper, but deep down, you know you want me to fuck you." Regina groaned, picturing it. "Tell me Regina. Is that what you want?"

"Yesss!"

Emma leaned down, pressing her head next to Regina's and spoke close to her ear. "Unbutton your blouse."

With shaky hands, Regina did as she was requested. Why did this woman have this kind of power over her? She liked to be in control.

"Mm." Emma's hot breath caressed sensitive skin. "That's a good start."

When she felt soft hands slip inside the cups of her bra, Regina found it impossible to remain quiet. Breathy moans and groans filled the office, encouraging Emma to proceed.

"Undo your slacks."

Taking in a deep shuttering breath, somehow Regina managed to make her brain function long enough to do as she was asked.

Hyperaware of the hand traveling down her body, inching closer to where she wanted to be touched, Regina worried she might have to beg until she felt a hand pushing underneath the waistband of her silk black panties. . .

"Regina? Are you all right?"

"Huh? What?" Blinking, Regina was forced back into the present. Heart pounding, breathing labored, she felt her face heat in embarrassment. A quick glance down and she was reassured that none of her clothing was out of place.

"Regina?"

Oh dear God! It was Emma.

Do you wish for me to continue?