TRIGGER WARNING: Physical Abuse
The purple mist cleared giving Emma a good view of the…
Bathroom?
Spinning around in a circle she looked at Mills who was already walking out the door. Catching up to woman her mouth watered at the smell of meat cooking on the grill, multiple conversations hit her eardrums and she winced at the loud voices. As they walked into the dining area Emma shifted her gaze around and realized they were not in southern California anymore, the gentle wafts of air brushing under nose from the front door opening and closing smelled fresher, the streets were small with cars sitting bumper to bumper, bodies packed the sidewalks of people rushing to and from their desitations.
"Regina!" a voice spoke and when she turned around Mills was embracing an older woman in a tight hug. "It's good to see you." the woman whispered pinching the cheeks of her boss.
An earthy semi sweet scent filled her nostrils as it streamed off the woman in front of her with gray hair.
Okay she's definitely not human
"You to Nonna." she whispered softly.
"And you bring a guest." Nonna said to Emma, sizing her up. "One that apparently needs to be fed."
On cue her stomach growled lowly.
"Granny is never wrong!" the woman stated before turning back to Mills. "Take a seat if you can find one." Walking away from them Emma followed the brunette through the crowded diner and outside to an empty table. They took their perspective seats across from each other and she couldn't help the smile that crossed her face while getting comfortable.
"What?" Mills asked over her menu.
"Nothing." Emma replied wiping the grin away.
Just never seen you act like a person with feelings.
She started to open up the menu when an intrusive wave of lust had her soaked in a few seconds. The throbbing between her legs intensified as her fingers curled around the edges of the menu, teeth came out to bite her lip. There were so many humans engulfed in their stupid cell phones that they would surely catch something if she were to act out. Of course she couldn't phase but the noises that her wolf wanted release would be easily identified as something not human.
"Mills..." the name was forced through her clenched teeth and the only thing she received was a cocky smirk from the woman sitting across from her and another almost unbearable wave of pleasure. Dropping her head slightly Emma squeezed her legs together as if that would some how stop the flow of arousal soaking into her panties.
"When I ask you question you answer me."
Emma held back a snarl at the act of submission by flaring her nostrils and breathing deeply.
"What were you smiling at?" she asked as the haze cleared over Emma, willing her to sit up straight and drop the menu from her hands.
"Bitch." Emma muttered under her breath.
"What was that?" Mills questioned. Emma could see it on her face that she was trying her best not lay her ass out in front of all these people.
"Nothing."
She leaned her elbows on the table, raven colored hair falling in front of the eyes now swirling with purple. Emma braced herself for the damage she was about to receive as those orbs burned into hers.
"You get one more chance Washington. Lie to me again and I promise you will not like what happens when we get back."
The door to the diner flew open as Granny or Nonna, whatever she's called stepped out with two cups of water.
"So what's your name kid since Regina has forgotten her manners." Mills's eyes settled back into their normal brown hue as she leaned back in her seat.
"Her name is Emma Swan."
"I do believe I was asking her not you." the older woman snipped and all Emma wanted to do in that moment was give her a big hug for the way she shut her boss down. The small scowl placed on her face was the cherry on top.
"Emma Swan, what about you." she replied with some confindence.
"Granny, Geema, Nonna, any one of those will do. What can I get for you today?"
They placed their orders and Emma couldn't help but watch in amazement at the fun the two were having with each other. Granny seemed as though she were a mother figure to Mills, constantly asking how business was going, if she was being careful, and she even asked about the nail salon. Was there a time in the past week she'd ever seen her boss look so relaxed, so calm, so normal? No, Emma didn't think so as she was pulled back into the present by the polite dismissal of Granny to put in their order.
It wasn't long before the intense gaze of Mills was back on her while Emma idly stirred her straw in the glass of water.
"You guys seem close." Emma said being the first on to talk. When she didn't get an answer her eyes lifted to see a blank expression. "Mills?" she asked but still nothing came. She frowned at the only other name she could think of.
"Um, Uncle Daddy?" the brown eyes glazed over for a second followed by a raised eyebrow.
So she wants me to call her Uncle Daddy? In public? No, I like my dignity intact.
"You're out of your fucking mind if you think I'm calling you that in public."
"Strike three." Mills whispered low enough for human ears to miss but loud enough for Emma to register clearly. It sent a chill down her spine to know what was promised was likely not sexual. Mills told her that it wouldn't be and she doesn't seem like the type to back out on her threats.
Emma gulped but her wolf was not easily frightened giving her a small sense of security that whatever would be thrown her way she would be able to take it.
Maybe if I answer her question she'll go easy on me
"The reason I was smiling earlier is because I've never seen you so not professional."
Mills shrugged her shoulders as she laced her fingers and placed them behind her head.
"Don't care now."
Emma scowled at the response.
"You don't care now?"
"No, I don't care."
"Mills, er, um, Uncle Daddy, look I'm-"
no, I'm not sorry.
Clearing her throat Emma tried to think of words that would convey how she felt without saying sorry.
"I'm not use to following orders like this..."
Her boss's face seemed to soften at the honesty of her comment.
"Understandable but that does not mean you are getting out of your punishment." Mills said closing her eyes and taking a deep breath in. "Don't dwell on it too much. You should enjoy this beautiful San Francisco day."
"Beautiful day? It's cloudy as fuck."
"Just because it is dark does not mean it is not beautiful. I feel like you should know that."
Emma felt her hands ball into fists, she didn't understand why this woman had to be so fucking impossible. She couldn't respond with a smart ass comment that would surely add time to the sentencing Mills had planned when a young waitress walked out holding a tray of food. When the brunette spotted the young woman a lecherous grin slipped on her face.
"Michelle it has been too long." Mills stated dropping her voice and Emma scoffed at the clear double meaning in her words, the glare she got didn't go unnoticed.
Does this woman just fuck everybody?
A light metalltic smell hit the blonde's nose and she frowned at Michelle, who was human. She didn't have a problem with regular people, even after Neal, she just didn't think Mills would be in to them.
"Hey Uncle Daddy, Grams said you were out here and I just had to see for myself." the girl with auburn hair said as she placed their food down, completely disregarding the blonde on the other side of the table.
Jokes on her because I'm the one who's paying. No tip for you bitch
"And what do you see?"
"I see a gorgeous, smart, woman."
Green eyes rolled as she took a few bites of her burger, Emma audibly groaned at the taste causing the two woman to face her.
"Enjoying it?" asked Michelle.
"Yehup." Emma replied with a mouth full of food.
She felt a hard kick under the table and winced.
"Sorry." Mills said. "She's still in training and apparently does not know how to talk without food in her mouth." Emma felt her wolf snap at the comment.
I'm done, I'm so fucking done.
But Mills had other plans and as she tried to stand up she found her butt stuck to the seat.
"Mi-" Emma started but with a snap in her direction she realized her voice had been taken from her. This woman seriously just stole her voice and as Emma flailed her arms around wildly Mills continued to ignore Emma, still flirting with the young waitress. She wanted to scream at the brunette for doing that to her, what gave her the fucking right? Emma wasn't some pawn to be moved around at will and it pissed her off to know her boss thought that.
"So will I see you later Uncle Daddy." the girl hopelessly flirted.
"Maybe. Depends on how big of an appetite I have."
Smacking her lips Emma shook her head then slammed her elbow on the table as she rested her chin in her palm.
"I guess I should get back to work then." Michelle replied eyeing the blonde carefully.
Yes, you definitely should
"She's harmless." Mills replied lacing her hands with the waitress's when the door to the diner flew open and Granny poked her head out.
"I don't pay you to flirt I pay to work. Get back inside and cater your tables." Granny scolded.
"Well clearly I gotta go anyway. If you find yourself still hungry later let me know." with a not to so subtle wink the girl headed back inside.
Hazel eyes were calculated and emotionless as they stared at Emma. Mill's thoroughly enjoyed every bite of her burger making sure to moan and groan driving Emma crazy. When she finished those fingers snapped and Emma felt something push into her body.
"We have to leave soon, are you almost done?" Mills's voice was rough and the blonde decided to hold her comments about the sleazy waitress to herself.
Emma raised an eyebrow then looked down at her half eaten burger.
"I guess. Why the sudden rush?" she took a big bite while waiting for a reply, happy that she could talk now.
"I'm afraid that answer is above your pay grade." pushing her empty plate aside Mill's rested her elbows on the table. "But since you were involved I suppose it is only fair you are made aware."
Curiosity got the best of Emma as she scarfed the last few bites of her food and stacked her plate on top of Mills's.
"Okay I'm ready. Tell me." Emma said, placing her clasped hands on her lap and leaning back in the chair, feeling the corner of her mouth drop from the chuckle that left her boss.
"Not so fast my eager one. Do you not have manners?"
She huffed feeling the annoyance build again.
"Please?" Her voice lack enthusiasm but honestly didn't care.
"Now put some feeling into it." a smirk appeared in front of her and Emma wanted to slap it right off. Rolling her eyes in the most dramatic way her shoulders slumped and Emma could sense the muscles protruding from her cheek while she clenched her jaw.
"Pleeeeaaasse?"
I feel ridiculous right now
When the brunette's lips pulled into a full smile her body relaxed but still there was an underlying layer of frustration deep with in, one that may never go away whenever she's around this woman.
"Well how can I say no when you asked so nicely?" she replied sarcastically. Sitting up in her chair, she set her shoulders back and ran a hand through the dark brown hair. "I'm currently looking for the person who had the nerve to steal product for me." her upper lip curled up as a flash of purple crossed her orbs.
"Oh, do you have any leads?" Emma shifted in her seat as the energy between them turned from their normal tension to something a little heavier.
"I have a few."
"From?"
Mills raised an eyebrow as she tilted her head to the side.
"I'm just curious on how things work around here." she added which was only half of the truth. There was something in the deepest part of Emma that yearned to the know the gory details. After looking at her beat longer her boss reached for the tiny ceramic cup that held the sugar, salt, and pepper.
"Pay attention because I'm only going to do this once. There are three other Queenpins floating around in southern California." Her thin fingers reached for the salt and placed it on the table. "The Tritons have their zone." a packet of pepper was set diagonally from the salt. "The Coats have their zone." and across from the salt she placed the sugar completing the triangle. "And The Dragons have their zone."
Emma nodded and looked at the packets.
"You think it was one of them?"
"That is what I will be trying to figure out. Either that or I have a trader. There are only a few people on my team who know the delivery times."
"And in all this..." Emma asked pointing the items on the table. "Where are you?"
A husky chuckle filled the space between them making the liquid gush between her legs. Emma's skeptical gaze met the woman across from her who was beaming with pride matching her overly confident smirk.
"I, Emma Swan, am the table."
A moan slipped from her throat at the pure strength and power Mills seemed to have. The cells in her body craved the dark energy her boss was emitting. They wanted nothing more than to be devoured by it.
"What will you do when you find out?"
Uncle Daddy shrugged, stood up, and reached her hand down for Emma to take, which was a shock to the blonde. With a smile she placed her palm in the unusually friendly hand and was pulled out of her seat only she tripped over own feet, stumbling into her boss's chest. She was easily caught as Mills scoffed.
"Will you watch where you are going? I will not always be here to save you." she whispered harshly. Emma couldn't be too surprised that their friendly moment only lasted a few seconds before Queenpin Mills came back. While she didn't expect them to be buddy buddy she thought something would've changed after the mind blowing orgasm Emma had. Though she would never admit to anyone that it was mind blowing.
Rolling her eyes Emma untangled herself and pushed Mills away from her.
"I'm seriously getting sick and fucking tired of you talking to me like that." Emma said, the claws of her wolf scratching beneath her. Without warning Mill's roughly grabbed her forearm dragging back in. Eyebrows pulled in and her lids narrowed as she stared at the blonde with silent promises for her comment. Emma however didn't give a fuck, she understood respect at work but this was just two lycans having lunch. So what the fuck.
Emma placed a smirk on her face knowing Mills wouldn't make a move in front of all these people and with a wink she yanked her arm out of the firm hold, pushed passed her and headed inside the diner. Walking to the counter Emma pulled her wallet out, making eye contact with Granny while grabbed two twenties from her wallet.
"What's the damage?" she asked cracking a smile as soon as Granny laughed.
"All the damage is on the house."
"Oh no I can't." Emma replied pushing the money towards the older woman but it was handed back to her.
"I'm serious. It's on the house." Granny smiled then reached up to pinch the blonde's cheeks. "Take care of my girl okay?" and then she was rushing off to another table.
Take care of my girl? Pretty sure your girl doesn't need anymore care, she seems to get plenty from other people.
Slightly confused by the comment Emma made her way out to their table but frowned when she reached it. Hands balled into fists as her body began to tremble. She kept the growl her wolf was threatening to let loose by taking a deep breath. Did Mill's legitimately just leave her in San Francisco to make it back to Oceanside by herself? On foot?
Would she really do that?
Emma laughed to herself.
Yup, this bitch definitely would
Spinning around in a circle her eyes scanned the crowd but turned up empty. It seems Mills had actually left.
She really fucking left
Instead of panicking like she wanted to Emma sat down in her seat and thought of options. Stealing a car is one but the drive is 8 hours, running is another option because it's faster than driving, or she could just never go back. Quickly though Emma erased that thought from her mind not wanting to give Uncle Daddy the satisfaction of making her run away.
Okay you're a lycan with an amazing sense of smell, which way did she go?
Closing her eyes Emma called on her more primitive side to aid in this stupid fucking quest back home. The predictable swirl of energy bubbled inside of her as her senses opened up, becoming more aware of it's surroundings. With a gentle whiff she could smell her bosses faint scent before it evaporated into thin air.
Fuck! She did that damn teleport thing
Emma was beyond pissed as she stood up abruptly, flying the chair she was in against the wall. Conspicuously she made her way to the hills and began her long journey home.
It seemed like forever when her town finally came into view. Feet were swollen, blisters were forming, and her legs felt as if they were being weighed down by sand when Emma turned the corner and began to jog to her house. It took her 3 and half hours to get back home which is great timing but the whole run she was cursing Mills's name, getting her and wolf riled up for the next interaction they were sure to have. Emma didn't care if she would get fired over it, what that woman did was completely uncalled for. Trotting up her driveway, closer to the bed she so desperately wanted lay down in after this intense fucking day a faint smell blew under her nose halting her steps. Upper lip curling she bared her teeth at the unwelcome scent.
Fucking Mills
With anger blurring her vision Emma unlocked the front door when Killians voice echoed in her mind.
What the fuck is going on today?
He was right to be worried after her tumble in the forest this morning and the intense sexual torture Regina had put her through, but right now is definitely not the time. She didn't want a sense of rationality, she wanted the part that told her to beat the shit out of this woman because now it was no longer work. This was personal.
Nothing, just ignore me...especially over the course of the next 30 minutes.
Stepping inside her house Mills was sitting on Emma's couch with her left leg crossed over her right. Slamming the door shut she glared at her boss.
"What took you so long?" she teased causing the blonde's frustration to rise. With a flash she sped to her back door, shoved it open and pointed over the balcony.
"Go." Emma warned.
"Hm, now this that any way to treat a guest?"
"Fuck you Regina!"
In a blur she rushed to Mills, who is ungodly quick, dodging it without a struggle.
Emma! What is happening? Why are you so angry? I feel like I'm about to-
But she cut Killians words off focusing in her own prey who currently had her head tilted to the side with an eyebrow raised. Fighting angry is never good, however Uncle Daddy just had this way of pushing Emma's buttons that it seems it's all she can do to stay calm. With a roar bouncing off the walls she sped over to the raven haired woman that side stepped the sprint, grabbed Emma's arm and used her momentum to throw her against her own wall. Soon she felt the blade of Mills's forearm pressing into her throat while the other pinned her right arm above her hand. Emma did her best to kick, punch, bite, snarl, but none of it worked.
"You done yet?" Uncle Daddy asked when Emma calmed down. Her response was to spit in the brunettes face.
Yup, you fucking deserved that
Wiping it off on her sleeve Mills's dropped her forearm deeper, gasping sounds could be heard from the girl pinned in front of her. "Washington, oh Washington. You know, I think you like to be punished." she growled and Emma felt herself being pushed harder into the wall, hearing the drywall crack behind her. Green eyes began to roll from the slow suffocation, the pounding from her heart began to decrease, her pathetic attempt to move the forearm digging in her trachea died down. Her legs wobbled as the same pain Emma felt earlier this week in Mills's office entered her body, striking her to the bone.
Each wave of the hot pain the rocked her felt like some sharp tooth creature was biting her from the inside. Every muscle, every nerve, every bone screamed in agony as the heavy doses ripped her apart. She was fading, her mind no longer communicating that this pain was just an illusory sensation her body could shut off. Her wolf felt defeated, she was anything but passive but in this moment it was either submit or have her brain turn to mush, so she stopped fighting and let her body go limp under the strangulation. Her heavy eyes registered Mills's mouth moving but she didn't hear a word, not as her vision tunneled out and pressure built up in her ears hollowing out the use of her eardrums.
Emma…!
Killian's voice faded out of her mind, eyelids fluttered shut as Emma slipped into unconsciousness before Mills removed herself letting the blonde slouch to the ground. She threw her hand up keeping Emma glued to the wall as if an elephant were sitting on her chest. Emma sucked in big gasps of air while she coughed to clear her throat as Uncle Mills knelt down so she was eye level with her.
"Do not bite the hand that feeds you-" she seemed as if she was going to continue but her head cocked to the side and she sniffed the air. She cracked a grin then turned back to Emma, sent her a wink while the purple smoke circled her body transporting her to wherever she goes. Not even 10 seconds later her door flew open as Killian and Graham stormed in. With lots of effort she turned her head to the side and watched her brother take in the small mess her and Mills had made. Graham rushed over to Emma's side, gently clenched her chin and moved her face from side to side.
"What did she do?" Killian asked, his voice was gravelly and she knew that was one sign of him attempting to control his anger.
"It doesn't matter what she did." Graham answered for Emma. "We need to get your sister hydrated and she needs rest. Her pulse is faint and it wouldn't do anybody any good to start asking or answering questions right now."
While Graham helped her up Killian rushed to the other side to help balance Emma out. She could hardly talk her mouth was so dry, her throat hurt, every muscle was sore all of this because of one woman. From her body being thrown around the forest, to getting sexually tortured not once, twice, but three times until Mills let her cum, to the draining walk back from San Francisco, and finally coming home to this scuffle proved to be more exhausting as it all finally caught up with her. Pulling back the sheets to her bed they laid her down constantly asking if she was comfortable.
"Now Emma I need you to stay awake until you've drunk at least thirty two ounces of water, I'll be right back with a glass to get you started." he ordered before stepping out and closing the door.
Killian sat at the edge of bed with a look of concern crossing his face.
"You know we're talking about this tomorrow."
She nodded her head yes before leaning her on the pillow behind her.
"Wait, so a fly landed on your leg while you were getting waxed?" Jefferson asked as he continued working on the acrylics for his client.
"Yes girl." she replied.
"So what happened?" Emma pressed while she filed down the edges of Mulan's nails.
Her muscles were tender when she woke up this morning that she almost called out of work but Graham said she would be for at least a couple days and so she put on her big girl panties and got ready for her Monday. Emma wondered if her crew felt any of her emotions from yesterday but as they all met up before work none of them mentioned anything about it. Killian had stayed the rest of the night and they lightly touched on the events of her day. She didn't tell him everything, she couldn't, all he knew was her and Mills met to talk about work, Emma disrespected her, and Mills gave her the appropriate punishment. Although it was far from that but she didn't need Killian worrying about her and possibly loosing his job over it.
"Well the fly was 100% stuck and apparently the tech I was with said she had no other choice but to place the wax paper on and get it off that way."
"No she did not!" Belle said as she threaded a woman's eyebrows.
"Oh she sure she did. It split in half, the top part stuck the strip of paper and the bottom part stuck to my leg leaving the entrails all over me."
The shop erupted in laughter and gasps of shock.
"I'm saying!" the client continued. "She had to chase my ass around the salon because of how freaked out I was."
"It's hard out there guys, something as simple as waxing turned into a shit show in less than 5 minutes." Ruby added from the pedicure station.
As everyone continued their conversation Emma found herself drifting back to Mills. Why did this woman still have some sort of hold on her after everything that happened yesterday?
Finishing up the set Emma grabbed the nail dryer and pushed it to Mulan.
"Set your hands in there I'll be back in a second." she replied slipping out of her chair while she eyed Ruby and pointed to herself then the back. Emma needed some time get her thoughts back on track instead of up in the clouds in some fantasy land. Walking in Emma immediately darted to the safe, leaned against it and sighed.
Before she could get too comfortable and deep in thought her lycan senses went off making Emma straighten up her shoulders as her body buzzed with energy. A swirl of purple formed in front of her and the scowl was plastered on her face in a heart beat. The mist cleared leaving Regina standing in front of her. Emma let a dramatic breath while staring at the beauty in leather pants and a white button up blouse.
"What is this some kind of joke to you?" Emma asked harshly.
Since I apparently have not learned my lesson from yesterday.
"It's not actually, I'm not physic nor do I keep tabs on what you are doing every second of your life. Now will you please get me Ruby?"
"Oh with pleasure." the blonde replied as she stormed out the back and to the salon. "Ruby, someone is in the back for you." she called out when in ear shot range.
The brunette shot her a confused look and when Emma mouthed "Uncle Daddy" Ruby shot up from her station and bolted to the back with the rest of the crew giving her curious glances. Sitting down at her station Emma made small talk with Mulan while she cleaned up a few mistakes, from the corner of her eye Ruby and Mills emerged from the back. She sensed Jefferson, Belle, and Kat tense up at the sight of their boss but did a good job carrying on the conversation with their clients.
"Alright I think you're done." Emma stated watching Mulan check her nails with a huge grin on her face, always making sure to keep another eye on Mills who had gradually decreased the distant between them. "Let me check you out." she finished, jumping out of her chair while power walking to the register. Mulan stood on the other side as she placed her credit card in the machine.
"Do you have anything open two Monday's from now?" she asked.
Flipping through the appointment book Emma nodded her head then grabbed a pen.
"Same time?" she asked.
"Yes, same time. Thank you so much Emma you are the best."
They hugged from across the counter before Mulan sprinted out of the shop. When she didn't see another appointment she sighed in relief happy that food would hopefully come next since it's way past their lunch time but when she turned around Emma grimaced watching Mills sit at her station messing with her phone. Not wanting to start something Emma knew her boss wouldn't have a problem finishing she walked over, resting her elbow on the chair while she looked down at Mills.
"I was headed to lunch." she said lowly.
"And now you're not." Straight and white teeth peeked out behind her lips as her finger tapped on top of Emma's desk commanding her to sit. Flopping down in her seat she snatched Mills's hands and looked them over. "I just want my cuticles cut back and then for them to be filled again."
Nodding her head Emma picked up the metal utensil and began to push down at the base of the nail drawing the cuticles back. All she could do was hope Mill's wouldn't try anything today.
"I've noticed things have been slow at the clinic." Uncle Daddy started and Emma snorted in response.
"Maybe because you got jacked." she replied, matching the low tone of the woman sitting across from her.
"But yet the show must go on, agreed?"
Shrugging her shoulders Emma moved to the next hand and repeated the task after setting the other in a bowl of warm water.
"I guess." she responded while hands trembled feeling Mills brushing her thumb against her skin
"No I guess, it must." she corrected. "With that said I need you and Ruby to figure out a way to drive business back."
Pulling her eyebrows together she paused her movements and looked into the hazel eyes.
"Why us?"
"Because I said so." her thumb ceased it's grazing over Emma's. "And because you two are still in debt to me. Can you continue, I don't have all day."
Grunting, Emma focused on her work at a much quicker pace being so over dealing with Mills. They shared a silence while she finished the cuticles and began filling in the gaps
"I expect to see an increase in traffic by Friday, I also expect the rest of what's owed to me by Sunday in case you forgot."
"Leave it to you to remind me right?" Emma said sarcastically but she couldn't even take another breath in before the haze of lust clouded her vision. Biting her bottom lip she slammed her legs together feeling heat flood her face. "Stop it." she hissed and finally the daze vanished leaving her cold and annoyed.
"Understand it is only because you are doing my nails I let you go, not because you asked me."
Instead of saying anything or showing a gesture that she heard Emma picked up the delicate fingers and moved through the fillings quickly. Mills chose to stare at her the whole time as she worked making her almost crack under the pressure, but there were only two nails left. Finishing up Emma threw her items down then pushed herself away from her station.
"To the back." Uncle Daddy said already headed in that direction.
With a few hushed insults she followed the woman to the back, the dread in her stomach seeping into her bloodstream. Closing the door behind her Emma folded her arms across her chest and leaned against of the racks. The brunette turned around to face her, eyes focused on Emma as she stepped up to the young woman placing her hands on either side the golden hair.
"How are you feeling?"
Taken back by the question she raised an eyebrow.
"Tired and sore."
"You should soak your body tonight."
Green eyes watched as hazel ones dragged up and down her outfit.
"Why? Hoping to get me wet?" and the words flew out before she had a chance to think about what was said. With a smirk and a twinkle of mischief Mills chuckled, her husky tone making Emma sweat a little.
"I don't need you in a bath to make sure you are wet because I know if I reach my hand down in those panties of yours I would feel nothing but your sweet arousal as it poured over my fingers. Isn't that right Washington?" she stepped closer, rubbing her bulge against Emma's thigh causing the blonde to moan at the feeling.
"Remember." Mills whispered only inches from her lips, warm breath brushing against her skin. "On Friday I want the traffic at the clinic back up. Sunday I want the rest of my money. Understood?"
Emma nodded dumbly, her senses were on overload with how close proximity of their mouths.
"Good." Stepping away, Mills took her place in the middle of the stock room, closed her eyes, and disappeared from Emma's view.
Shaking off the sexual tension she was feeling Emma headed out to the front where the salon was empty now with Kat showing the last client out. Ruby walked up and flipped the sign to "Closed" then locked the door. Belle and Jefferson had taken their seats and when they noticed Emma Belle patted the open one next to her. She sat down without another word as the rest of crew joined.
"Okay everyone." Ruby said, the frustration wrapped around her words like a blanket. "We have to talk."
A/N: Hope you all enjoyed! Til Next Time...that I promise won't be two months from now :)