Emma spent the rest of the weekend in her apartment doing some cleaning as she tried to stop thinking of Killian, a complete stranger. She still couldn't believe what she did and blamed the champagne, even though she only drank one glass of it. She had never done something this reckless, as to grab a stranger and just give him oral sex because she felt like it, it wasn't like her.

Once in a while, she'd have a one night stand, but at least she had talked with the guy for more then 10 minutes, which wasn't the case with the British man named Killian.

She didn't know who he was, what he did, and what he was doing there. At least she wore a mask that hid most of her face, so if she ever bumped into him again, he wouldn't recognize her. Another advantage for her: he didn't know her name. Well he did know her last name, but that was a lucky guess and she didn't confirm any of it with him.

When Monday arrived, she was glad to go back to her routine and hoped that the incident, as she called it, will just fade from her memory eventually. The elevator door opened and Emma walked down the neon-brightened hallway and stopped when she reached her cubicle.

She brought her hand under her thigh and smoothed the material of her black skirt before sitting down on her rolling chair. Sighing when she saw the stack of paperwork she had, Emma decided to go make a huge coffee pot knowing that she will be needing something to keep her concentrated.

Coming back to her assigned desk with a hot cup of coffee, she sat her mug next to her keyboard and took out her black-rimmed glasses and put them on. She opened her computer and waited for it to open so she could start her work. She spent all morning developing and analyzing a new budget for the foster care system, and took into account the massive amount of money that had gathered at the charity event.

The moment she thought back about that ball, she couldn't keep her mind from wandering back to the handsome dark-haired man, making her cheeks flush. She shook her head slightly, chastising herself for thinking of him. As she moved her hand awkwardly wanting to reach her mug, she knocked it over her desk, the cold coffee spilling on her white blouse and on her desk.

"Fuck!" She inspected her blouse and saw a brown stain on it, just over her right breast.

Leaving her cubicle, she walked over the ladies' room, hoping to get rid of the stain as best she could. She passed by a small crowd that had gathered up near the entrance, and didn't think much of it, since her focus was to clean her blouse. Entering the bathroom, she went to the sink and turned on the faucet as she dampened the stain with some water.

When she took out most of the coffee stain and went to the hand dryer and stretched the fabric under it, the sound of the dryer reverberated across the bathroom. The door swung open and Mary Margaret entered the room, clearly excited.

"Oh, Emma, here you are!" She said with her sweet voice.

"You were looking for me?" Stepping back from the heat, her blouse now dry again, she turned around the petite brunette.

"Haven't you heard? Mr. Jones – well one of them – is here to tell us how much he enjoyed hosting this event for us." She explained excitedly as she washed her hands.

"That's nice of him." Emma smiled back at her co-worker before turning around towards the door.

"Yes, Killian Jones really is the gentleman people say he is."

Emma's hand froze on the handle of the door upon hearing the name of one of the CEO of Jones & Jones Inc.

"Emma, are you okay?" Asked Mary Margaret as she rested one of her hands on Emma's shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She smiled at her and opened the door, and walked slowly over the small crowd that haven't moved, and deduced that he was at the center of it. She had to make sure that it was (or wasn't) him. She was behind the crowd, and was grateful to have worn high-heeled shoes, which gave her a few extra inches, and craned her neck to take a look at him.

Her breath caught in her throat when she saw his back, she was almost a hundred percent sure that it was him; she just needed him to turn around. She started to circle the crowd, when he suddenly shifted on his feet, exposing most of his face, making her jaw drop. He may have no mask on, but she would recognize those sparkling, deep, blue eyes anywhere. When he opened his mouth to speak to one of her coworkers, she recognized his lilted accent that made her walls clench just hearing him.

Emma cursed under her breath and quickly left the small gathering of people and went to hide herself in her cubicle. She didn't want him to see her, she wasn't exactly sure if he'd recognize her without her mask and with her glasses on, but she wasn't taking any chances.

Staring at her computer screen, she tried to get herself back to work and forget about Killian, but the task proved to be quite difficult, knowing that he was still sauntering around. Too curious to stay still, she got up from her chair to look around beyond the half wall of her workspace and didn't see him around.

"Nice little office you've got there, Swan." A familiar voice made itself heard behind her.

"Jesus!" Emma cursed as she jumped at the sound of his voice and turned around with a hand clutching her chest. Her lower back was pressed at the edge of her desk and skin pressed harder on the furniture as he walked into her small cubicle and came to stand a few inches from her, his intoxicating scent invading her personal space, as she felt the pressure building below her abdomen.

"What are you doing here?"

"Well, you didn't let me return the favour the last time we saw each other, I thought I could stop by and make it up to you." He smirked down at her, and god he was even more gorgeous without that mask. She couldn't stop the tempting images of him between her legs, lavishing her greedy core as she let herself succumb to pleasure. Her cheeks flushed and she damned herself for thinking such things.

"I mean what are you doing here? How did you find out where I worked?"

"You told me you were an accountant for the foster care system, so I decided to come down here and track you down." He smirked down at her, his eyes roaming her body up and down, his gaze devouring her.

She felt her cheeks flush when the images and the sounds that escaped his mouth that night came to creeping into her head, making liquid heat gather between her inner thighs.

"Look, it was a one-time thing – it won't never happen again." She didn't know if she was trying to convince him or herself at the moment. But the way he was looking at her right now, it was more for her so she could have some self-control. She didn't know why she felt so bold and sexually aggressive when it came to him but it scared the shit out of her.

"Mmm, do you really believe that lie, love?" He asked her as he stepped in closer, his eyes falling down to her lips, the action making her panic. They might be in her cubicle, but people could still see them.

Her mouth agape, her eyes staring at his lips, Emma gripped her hand on the edge of her desk, as she needed something to hold onto. Her head was blurry with sexual need and answered his question in her head, 'no'.

"There are too many people here, let's talk somewhere else. Go down the hall, second door on your right. I'll be there in 2 minutes." Emma managed to say to him as she meet his eyes, the blue almost gone now replaced with his dilated pupils.

He left her workspace, taking all the heat with him, and she took a deep breath now that the air was less thick with tension. She turned her head and bit her bottom lip as she saw him walk down the hall.

When her 2 minutes passed by, she followed the same path he'd taken and opened the door. It only took a moment after she entered the supply room when he attacked her mouth, pushing her back to the door. The kiss was sloppy and desperate, teeth biting the other's lip and teeth clattering. Her body immediately responded to his as her hands went to grab a fistful of his hair and pulled him back.

His lips were now red and swollen, his eyes wild and she only had time to see a spark come across his eyes before he grabbed her by the waist and spun her around. She barely had time to put her arms forward as they came in contact with the door, her forehead resting on it while one hand groped one of her breasts through her blouse while the other moved from her thighs to her center, cupping her heat firmly.

Emma gasped at his touch and roughness, and felt guilty for letting him do what he wanted with her. The guilt was quickly replaced by an intense feeling of pleasure and desperation when his fingers pushed her damp panties aside and inserted two fingers into her throbbing slit, his mouth nibbling at her earlobe.

Biting back a moan, she couldn't help but push her ass up and into him, as she felt his strained erection, the contact making him groan and increase the pressure of his thumb on her clit.

Feeling her release approach fast, one of her hands left the wall and went to hold his wrist in place as she held herself up with her forearm. Killian let out a raspy chuckle next to her ear, the vibration of his voice going straight to her core, making her walls squeeze his fingers.

"Oh fuck. Don't stop." Emma let out desperately, wanting to reach her peak.

"Come for me, Swan." He grunted, pushing his bulge on her backside as he curled his fingers just right, massaging that spot frantically making her silently cry out her orgasm.

After letting her ride out her pleasure, he took his fingers out of her heat. She turned around, pressing her back on the door and looked at him with heavy eyelids as she watched him suck his fingers into his mouth, tasting her juices. Damn him.

Straitening her clothes and hair, Emma tried to figure out what to say to him but before she could come up with anything he spoke.

"Have dinner with me?"

Her eyes widened and she wondered if she heard right.

"Seriously? You don't even know my name."

"I'm serious, and I'm hoping you'll share that piece of information with me over dinner." His eyes were playful but she could see that he was in fact serious, and could see the nervousness within him as he awaited her answer.

"Fine, one dinner and that's it." Emma cursed inwardly, wondering what the hell was wrong with her, why did she give in to him again?

"Here's my card." Killian told her as he took out a small rectangular piece of paper from the inside pocket of jacket.

"I'll be waiting for your call."

With that, he smiled at her and walked out of the supply closet, leaving her alone to think about what the hell she's just gotten herself into.