Thanks for waiting patiently over the weekend and for all your messages for my son. He had a great birthday.

Killian spent the next hour pacing the length of his hotel room. He wasn't anywhere near smart enough with technology to know how to go about deleting the tweet, and he definitely wasn't about to tweet for advice on how to do so.

He couldn't believe he'd been so stupid. He'd let his anger, at his brother, over come him and now he'd ruined what could have been something special.

When his phone vibrated once again in his hand, he cringed. For the first time since he'd run into Princess Emma the thought that it could be her made him sick. A quick look at the screen showed her name, but he couldn't bring himself to unlock the phone to see what she'd sent back. Instead, he threw his phone down onto the bed and decided a hot shower would help him to loosen up a little.

While the hot steam definitely helped to clear his mind, it didn't help to calm the nerves in his belly. He considered leaving the message and just pretending that he never got it. But that would be cowardly, and he didn't want whatever this was with Princess Emma to end because of his cowardly ways. He would just apologise for snapping at her and hope that she forgave him.

When he opened the Twitter app he was surprised to find that there was no message from the Princess on his notifications. He checked her own feed and the last tweet she had sent was about a charity organisation she worked with, just after her tweet to him. Confused, Killian pulled down his notifications. There was definitely a message from Princess Emma there, so he clicked on the link, hoping it would take him to it.

When the twitter app launched again, this time he was taken to a different area of the site. One he'd never used before. It appeared to be some kind of direct and private communication, which he was insanely grateful for. He clicked on the message under her name; dread once again filling his stomach.

Is everything okay? I hope I didn't offend you. I was going for light and breezy but I guess that doesn't always come across in 140 characters.

Killian's dread was quickly replaced with warmth. She was so incredibly sweet, and he definitely didn't know what he'd done to deserve her concern.

No, you didn't offend me. Your message came across perfectly. I'm just having a bad day. Sorry I snapped at you.

Princess Emma's reply was almost instantaneous. Killian hoped she hadn't been waiting on him, worried about offending him.

Phew. I thought I'd offended you for a second there. Sorry you're having a bad day. Did you get lost in the big city? ;-)

Killian chuckled as he arranged himself more comfortably on the bed.

No. Believe it or not, I do know my way around the city.

I'd never have guessed it. You know, with the way you ran straight into me.

Killian couldn't believe he'd never discovered this form of tweeting before. It was much easier to be himself when he knew millions of people were not analysing his every word.

I was running a little late. Wasn't really looking where I was going. I can't apologise enough for it.

No need to apologise. I've dreamed of your arms around me for a while now, and you're definitely more firm in real life than in my dreams :-P

Killian's heart kicked up a notch. This was definitely going well.

Well, in that case, I'd happily hold you in my arms any day. Anything to help turn your dreams into reality ;-)

I'll keep that in mind. Sadly, work is keeping me chained to my desk right now. I have a bunch of finance reports to finish reviewing before the quarterly meetings next month.

I have to admit, I would not trade my job for yours. Learning lines seems like a walk in the park now, compared to what you're doing.

Although, the thought of you chained to a desk is fairly appealing.

Killian allowed his mind to wander for a while. What would Princess Emma look like while she was working? He'd never seen her in anything other than formalwear. Would she be wearing some kind of suit? Her blonde hair pulled back from her face to keep it from getting in the way? Would she wear glasses?

It's not so bad. This is definitely the most boring part of my job, but someone has to do it.

And I can think of more interesting places to be chained to :-P

Did I lose you with all the boring work stuff?

Killian cursed himself again when he realised he'd been lost in thought for over ten minutes, picturing her chained to a desk and all the enticing things he could do to her while she was. God, now he was becoming a hormonal teenage boy. And for the second time that day, he allowed himself to compose and send a reply before he'd really had time to think it through.

Sorry. I was trying to imagine what you'd look like.

He wanted to kick his own arse for being so stupid. He might as well have gone the whole hog and asked her, 'Whatcha wearing?'

Chained to a desk or while I work? ;-)

He swallowed hard at her comment. He wasn't used to women flirting back with him so directly. They were usually too busy fangirling over him, or not bothering to give him so much as a second glance.

A little of both!

Thankfully, Princess Emma was full of surprises. Instead of typing out a reply to his suggestive message, she'd sent him a picture.

A picture of herself.

His heart lurched once again as he clicked to view the full image.

Fuck she was beautiful.

He was right, she'd pulled her blonde hair back into a messy bun on top of her head, little wisps that were too short to fit were instead framing her face. He was also right about the glasses. She wore a large pair of black frames, that seemed to suit her perfectly, giving her that air of professionalism that he knew she would command in her office.

Everything else, he'd gotten wrong.

She wasn't bent over a desk, slaving over huge stacks of paperwork. Instead, she appeared to be sitting cross-legged on the floor. There was a small pile of papers to her left, but the main feature was her Macbook in front of her. And she certainly wasn't wearing a suit. Instead, she'd opted for shorts that left her lower thighs and legs enticingly bare, and a vest top.

Killian nearly spat his drink across his bed when he realised that the vest had the logo from his show across the front of it.

Sorry it's not me chained to a desk. Not sure how Anton would take that request.

He might have spat his drink across his bed at that comment.

Wow. Definitely not what I pictured.

It wasn't eloquent in any sense of the word, but it was the best he could do with that image so fresh in his mind.

I know. I look a mess right now. Not quite as glamorous as my usual look.

Killian did snort this time. He was certain she'd never looked more beautiful than she did in that picture. Whichever lucky sod ended up with her as his wife he would forever be jealous of.

You look beautiful.

You're sweet, but I'm sure I don't. I've been up since 5am. That does not make for a beautiful combination. But thank you.

Now…

Your turn!

:-P

Killian gulped as he read through her messages. Was she asking for what he thought she was?

Shit!

I would, but I just got out of the shower.

Princess Emma's response was fast.

You won't hear any complaints from me :-D

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