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This chapter is from Robin's point of view, I wasn't sure what to do and I got mixed feedback, so I decided to add it. Don't forget to let me know what you think, even if it's just a couple of words, I love to know if people enjoy my stories. Thank you. Love to all. xxx :)


Robin was sat in the lift, what had actually just happened? He'd had a hectic morning; knowing that he had a meeting for ten thirty, he had set his alarm to go off for eight, giving him enough time to get ready and look his best for his meeting with Miss Mills at her magazine company; and then there was travel times of course, taking into account the unpredictable traffic. However, that was seemingly defect as his alarm finally decided to ring at half nine, giving him one hour to be ready and make his way through the busy city in time for the meeting, that wasn't happening. So he rang John, his director of operations, to have the meeting pushed back and hour, on the basis that it would give him enough time.

Then he had been on his way to get a coffee and his breakfast with his umbrella up, when a stunning woman without a coat or anything to shield her from the onslaught of rain, knocked into him. After that, she had been on his mind the entire morning, the situation was made worse when, due to him thinking about her, he bumped into her a second time, causing her to drop all her bags and him his breakfast. This time however she had spoken to him, briefly, but it was something, the way her eyes had shone when he stared into them. Again however, she left before he had been able to even ask her name, never mind for a way to contact her again.

The moment he stepped into the lift he had known it was her, she was wearing a different suit, but he had recognised her immediately, he had found it rather adorable when she had purposely changed her voice, clearly embarrassed that she had tried to stop him from catching the lift with her.

Then there had been that moment, the moment he realised who she was, she was Miss Mills, the very same woman he was scheduled to meet. Did that mean she was off limits? She would be a co-worker; would it be wrong for him to peruse her? As soon as her hand touched his, he didn't care if it would be professionally wrong, because it felt physically right, the surge of energy that small amount of contact brought shocked him to the core, he could see it in her eyes, that it had affected her just as much.

Following this, they found themselves trapped in the elevator; the same elevator he couldn't seem to bring himself to leave at that very moment. He remembered how hostile she had been towards him, then she had softened and it came to the point where they had been joking and his lips had found her wrist. Just kissing that spot did things to him and he couldn't help but wonder if they had been trapped in the lift a little longer, maybe he would have seen what it felt like to kiss her properly, to have her lips pressed against his. Never would he have let it go further than that, he liked to think of himself as a gentleman, someone who respected people and wouldn't ever take advantage of anyone.

Sex on the first date, was in Robin's book a no go, it wasn't going to happen and he knew that Miss Mills, Regina, wasn't going to let it happen. She was clearly a woman who had a lot of self-respect and that was something that he admired tremendously. She was a woman who knew what she wanted and when she knew, she would go out and get it. In his eyes she was perfect; he wanted to get to know her better, wanted to know everything about this beautiful, successful woman that had come into his life, initially coincidentally, but then purposely.

He was still sat thinking about her when the fire man cast him a knowing smirk. "Good time mate?" He asked.

Robin shook his head and rubbed his eyes "Um? I think I have a date." He stated chuckling, before making his way to stand up, picking his jacket up off the floor, he pulled it back on and collected the rest of his stuff.

The fire man shook his head "Lucky guy, she was hot." He nodded, leaning against the door of the elevator as he waited for Robin to vacate.

"She's really something." Robin grinned. "Thanks for getting us out."

"No problem mate."

Robin nodded briefly before he wandered towards the front desk, they hadn't agreed on a specific place to meet, so he would just have to go and find her. "Excuse me."

Jeffrey the receptionist looked up at him "How can I help you sir?"

"Miss Mills, do you know where her office is please?"

"Miss Mills doesn't accept walk in meetings, I can ring through and inform her of your presence, that is if she got out of the lift yet."

"She did, I was just in there with her. I'm her new investor, Robin Locksley."

"Mr Locksley, I'm sorry, why didn't you say so, her office is on the first floor, just down the hall, to the left, you can't miss it."

"Thanks." He turned to leave when the man's voice sounded again.

"Miss Mills, was she alright?"

"Yes, very much so." Robin grinned, thinking of just how right she was for him, perfect in fact. He followed the instructions and rushed up the stairs, before he headed off down the corridor; when he came close to the office, he heard her voice.

"Why does anyone have to have had the other half?" she asked. He furrowed his eyebrows, wondering what she was talking about, he knew he shouldn't be listening in to a private conversation, but he was interested and couldn't seem to find the motivation to make his presence known.

"Oh god, did you just shag a guy in the elevator for that croissant?" the other voice flung back. That was when it hit him, she was talking about him, his croissant, but she most certainly hadn't done what the other woman was implying, in fact they hadn't come anywhere close to doing anything like that.

"You'd love that wouldn't you."

"Uh yeah!"

"Urgh, everything is about sex with you isn't it?" Robin was amused now, the amount of disgust in her voice made him literally have to stop himself from laughing. Seemingly sex was not a comfortable topic with her and that was fine, it showed that she wasn't just looking for someone to satisfy her physical needs, but he had already known that. Hopefully within time, he would be able to get her to warm up to him; but there was not a cat in hells chance that he was going to rush this, he wanted to give it a go, build a relationship with her. He already knew how much he liked her and how much she affected him, it was just a matter of finding out if the feeling was mutual.

"Um no, but at least I think about it sometimes, at least I'm not a dried up…"

That was the moment when he decided to make his presence known, he didn't really want to hear what would come after that comment if he didn't interfere. "Ready to go to lunch?" He asked.

Regina had her back to him, as the other woman stared at him. "Um, yes please." She stated, moving around the desk and perching on it.

"Sorry." Robin shrugged. She was forward and presumptuous, clearly she had a sense of humour, something he knew probably clashed with Regina's serious, business like exterior and sarcastic nature. "Although I would have been delighted to take you to lunch, I have already made plans with…"

"Me." Regina turned around and grabbed her bag. "He already has plans with me, so Katrina, if you would like to close your mouth and wipe the drool from it, that would be much appreciated. Oh and get your arse the hell off my desk."

"Ready?" he asked grinning at her. They were obviously more than an assistant and boss, something told him that although Regina was the boss, they had a close relationship, one which allowed for the sarcasm they flung at each other.

"Yes." She smiled as they walked down the corridor.

"You were a bit harsh." He chuckled, looking up at her, wanting to see if his assumption was correct.

"What Tink? She's not just my assistant, she's my best friend."

"Ah, I hope it's not one of those friendships where you think that she's your friend, but secretly she's embezzling from your company." He'd known it to happen before, it had happened to people he knew, they had been lured into a false sense of security by their secretaries and then had all their money stolen.

Regina laughed and shook her head "Hate to let you down, but we have been friends since we were five."

"Oh, so thirty-one years." He taunted, knowing that would annoy her and keep up the sarcastic conversations that had now become familiar.

She rolled her eyes "Keep up like that and you'll be heading to lunch alone, but I'm sure my embezzling assistant would be more than happy to take my place."

"I'll think I'll stick with her sexy boss thanks." He rose his eyebrows at her, she was definitely the woman he wanted to pursue, they had a strange connection already.

"So forward."

"I can't help it; beautiful women tend to do that to me." He complimented. It was a lie, he didn't usually just flirt with any woman, in fact it had been a while since he had found anyone that he had taken any interest in anyone, not since Marian left.

"You're such a player. Why did I agree to this again?"

"Because you want me." Wow, okay, now he knew what she meant about him being forward, might as well keep it up. He could tell that she was liking this, the gleam in her eye told him so. She made him this way, it was the effect that she had on him, something about her made him cocky and that wasn't usually who he was.

"Ha, where did you get that from?"

Her laugh was like music to his ears and that smile took his breath away. "I think you were slightly jealous when the embezzler or Tink whatever her name is, tried it on with me."

"Don't flatter yourself."

He knew she was trying to mask the truth, but she wasn't fooling him, not by any stretch of the imagination.

"I'm wounded milady, but I will get your heart, you can be certain of that." That was his intention, he did seek her heart, he wanted her and he had known it from the second she had bumped into him. He wanted to win her over, wanted to love her, wanted to be everything to her. He knew they had literally just met, but the connection was instant, there was no denying it, no denying the overwhelming feeling that flooded through his veins every time he looked at her.

"Hmm, we'll see."

She was challenging him, challenging him to win her over and he was most definitely going to take her up on her offer.


They had found a nice restaurant, one that wasn't too flashy, but was quiet, somewhere they wouldn't have to deal with the hustle and bustle of the inner city. To his surprise, she had let him choose the restaurant and he had known that this would be perfect. He held the door open for her and she turned to look at him, raising her eyebrows. "I know how to open a door." Regina scoffed.

"I'm sorry your majesty, British manners and all that." How was it that women could misinterpret a gesture of a man opening a door for them as being demeaning? He was simply trying to be polite and in no way did that mean that he thought she was incapable. In fact, Robin had to say he was somewhat of a feminist, a fully-fledged supporter of rights for women, but opening a door for someone was just common courtesy, wasn't it? He would have opened the door for whoever it was, man or woman, so what difference did it make that she was a woman?

"British manners?" She looked down her nose at him as they slid into a booth. "Where were your British manners when we were trapped in that lift?"

He let out a slight chuckle and shook his head. "Did I step out of line milady?"

"Once or twice." She smirked.

If it was a British gentleman that she wanted, then it was a British gentleman she would get. "Well then, I suppose that I will have to rectify this, whatever would my mother think of me? Miss Mills please accept my most sincere apology."

"I'll think about it." She quipped, rolling her eyes at his silliness.

"Dear me, I do hope I haven't caused thee some offence."

"Robin, stop being dumb." She laughed out loud.

He grinned at her, there was that sound again, that beautiful melodic sound that he could just listen to on repeat. "Would you care for a drink milady?" He asked.

She shook her head, still chuckling "Okay, Robin you can drop the act now, it's not funny anymore."

"Act?" He furrowed his eyebrows.

"Yes the British act."

"I am British." He stated, feeling her foot brush against his briefly under the table, before she retreated.

"Yes, but I am certain that British people don't speak like that."

"Then you have met very few British people milady." He rose his eyebrows again, standing to go and retrieve their drinks.

"I've met my fair share."

"Is that so?"

"Mmm." She smiled, before laughing and picking up a menu for her perusal.

She looked so beautiful like that, so relaxed, so at ease; he would never tire of seeing that smile, the way her eyes glinted when she was amused by something. He noticed everything about her, every cute and quirky feature; such as the way she would bring her bottom lip between her teeth when she was nervous, and fiddle with her hair, twirling it slightly before securing it behind her ear. She touched and messed with anything that was near enough for her to reach; at this precise moment, he watched her hands play with the ribbon that ran down the middle of the menu, the way she would carelessly slide it through her fingers whilst reading the list of delicacies, did something to him.

"So that drink?" He stated, as she looked up from her menu and back to him.

"I believe I already told you that I don't daytime drink."

"I'm certain that they provide non-alcoholic beverages, unless when you say you don't drink you mean you don't drink anything. If so I am inclined to inform you that that is extremely unhealthy and will be having untold effects on your body." She was having untold effects on his body.

"Well then, we wouldn't want that now would we?"

"No." He shook his head, the way she was looking up at him made his heart beat that slight bit faster, she managed to make him feel like a school boy with his first crush. "It would be a shame to tarnish something so perfect."

There was a slight silence as she thought about the drink options, they had shared intense eye contact for a couple of seconds before she had turned away. "Okay, I will have, some soda water with lime please."

"Interesting choice, I'll be right back." He felt her eyes on him as he walked over to the bar, as he turned around, he caught her shamelessly staring at his arse. When she noticed that she had indeed been caught, she shrugged at him and went back to looking at the menu in her hand.

She had been checking him out and didn't seem to even care when he realised, either that or she was hiding her embarrassment. Wandering back to her, he rose his eyebrows. "Enjoying the view milady?" He asked, handing her drink to her.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Regina shook her head, sipping her drink slowly through a straw. "Mmm."

"Nice?"

"Fresh." She nodded. "Just what I needed after being trapped in a lift with the most annoying English man I ever met."

"Hmm, is that so, what was so annoying about him?" He knew she was only teasing, but he wanted to push her further, get her to open up to him. He took a swig of his cold beer and heard her laugh. "What?" He asked.

"Haven't you ever drunk beer before?"

"What?" Why would she think that?

"You have a little something." She gestured to his mouth.

Oh god, that was embarrassing, he quickly reached for a napkin and wiped his mouth. "Shit."

She let out a little giggle and he looked up at her, she clearly found his embarrassment highly amusing. He was glad he could make her laugh. "It suited you, maybe you should grow a moustache."

"Um, I don't think so." He chuckled. "I'm not sure that a white foam moustache would exactly appeal to, well to anyone."

"Oh, I don't know."

"If you like it milady I will keep it." He took another swig of his beer, purposely managing to get the foam on his top lip, anything to hear that sound.

"Robin." She leant over the table and wiped it away with her own napkin. "That's definitely better."

"Oh good, because I don't know if I could have kept on top of a foam moustache, they take a lot of maintaining you know."

"I can imagine." She shook her head and turned back to her menu.

He watched her from his seat opposite, god she was beautiful, flawlessly so. "You didn't answer my question."

"Sorry?"

"What was so annoying about the English guy in the lift?" He repeated, his foot brushing with hers.

"Well…" She placed her menu down and took a sip of her drink. "For starters, he seemingly had no boundaries when it came to physical contact."

Much to his disappointment she pulled back her foot again, casting him a warning look. She seemed to be rather hot and cold when it came to physical contact, it was odd, because once she had relaxed within his company she had seemed to be rather comfortable with him kissing her wrist. Whereas now, she wouldn't even allow for their feet accidently touching under the table, it was confusing, yet at the same time, he wanted to know what she was thinking, what was running through her mind? "Who can blame him, after all he was only making sure that the lovely lady in his company wasn't afraid."

"Afraid?" Regina rose her eyebrows at him. "What do you suppose she was afraid of?" She asked.

"The dark perhaps."

She paused for a second before continuing "Or, maybe she was wanting to comfort him, maybe he was scared of the dark and she felt she was doing a good deed by making him feel better."

"No, I don't think that was it." He shook his head. Earlier, he had definitely sensed her hesitation when the lights had gone off, there had most certainly been a change in her behaviour towards him. Maybe he had hit the nail on the head, maybe she was afraid of the dark, it wasn't uncommon. "I think she was scared."

"I'm not scared of the dark." She bit back, clearly he had hit a nerve, she was now on the defensive, she had also dropped their little game of referring to themselves in third person. He had definitely received his answer, she was scared of the dark, why though? What was to fear of the dark? Unless it was the lift? But she had seemed fine when the lift was just broken down, but as soon as the lights had gone off she completely freaked out; she had tried not to let it show, but her reaction on the phone to afterwards told him otherwise.

He felt bad now, he had ruined their fun conversation, that was all it had meant to be, he hadn't met to upset her in any way. "I'm sorry, Regina."

"What? I was simply saying that I am completely fine with being in the dark." She shook her head. "Have you decided what you're going to order?" She asked, clearly attempting to get their conversation back on track.

He shook his head; he had been so caught up in watching her that he hadn't even picked up a menu. "What do you suggest?" He asked, glancing over the different choices.

"Are you incapable of choosing your own meal?" She asked, smirking at him as she bit her bottom lip.

That was more like it, she had gotten past the conversation about her fears and here it was again, that sarcastic wit he loved. "No, I was simply wondering what a sophisticated business woman such as yourself would be ordering?"

She laughed and shook her head "I bet I look like the type who orders a caesar salad, without the croutons and cheese, so basically just lettuce right?"

"Hmm, no I don't think so. From looking at you, I would say that you like Italian food."

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked narrowing her eyes.

He realised his slip up and continued. "Nothing, I suppose I can just imagine you ordering lasagne, or something like that."

"Lasagne?" She tilted her head. "Normally, yes, but I don't know how you worked that out."

"Intuition." Plain luck, he had guessed and miraculously got it right, in his watching of her, he had seen her eyes linger that extra bit longer on a certain section of the menu and he had taken his guessing from there. "So normally, not today then?"

"Robin, I'm afraid that if I chose to eat lasagne today, I would be having to fork out for yet another new suit and that, that is not going to happen."

"Why so?"

"Because knowing me, I would clumsily spill something down myself." She laughed, straightening the cream material of her jacket, before deciding that she was going to take it off, allowing it to drape over the back of her chair, revealing the expanse of deep blue silk below.

She was opening up to him, slowly letting him in; he had already worked out that she was rather clumsy, mainly due to the fact that he had known her little more than four hours and she had bumped into him twice. "That's what napkins are made for."

"Do you want me to spill something?" She rolled her eyes, sipping her drink.

"No, but you shouldn't not have what you want because you are afraid of ruining your clothes."

"What would you say if I told you that I bought this suit this morning, because I had accidentally dyed my previous one pink in the wash, then, spilt coffee down my skirt suit that I chose to wear instead?"

"I'd say, don't order the lasagna." He quipped, smirking at her.

She looked at him intently before bursting into laughter "Good, I'm glad we resolved that." Her foot came into contact, yet again, with his under the table, but this time she didn't pull away, she kept it there.

He stared at her mouth, god how he wanted to kiss her, but now was not a brilliant time. He wondered what she looked like under those clothes, if she was as perfect as she seemed; he wondered how it would feel to make love to her, to hear her call his name as he brought her pleasure, have her writhing beneath him as he gave her everything he had. Then the idea came to him, that she would probably be the one on top, something that he wouldn't protest about in the slightest, she obviously liked being in control, taking charge, so it was only fitting that she would want to be the boss in the bedroom. Silently he admonished himself for having those thoughts about her, but he couldn't help it, not when she sat there, being completely alluring, drawing him in with her whole being.

"So, what are you actually having?"

"I think I'll go for…" Regina sighed and looked at the menu again, as if she hadn't scanned every inch of it already. Or had she, maybe that was just a ruse, maybe she was using the menu as a distraction to take her mind of something else. "Turkey on rye."

"Really?" He scoffed "You're passing up lasagne for some turkey on brown bread?"

"Are you going to buy me a new suit if I spill?" She asked, challenging him.

"Sure." He nodded "If you spill, I will buy you a new suit."

"You wouldn't be offering me that if you knew how much it cost."

"Oh I think I have an idea, it's Chanel right?"

"Yes, how did you know?"

"You were carrying the bags when I bumped into you."

"Oh, yeah." She blushed a little as she looked down at her hands that were surrounding her glass.

"So, lasagne?"

"Go on then."

"Good." He looked back down at the menu, still not having chosen what he wanted himself. He looked up to find her staring at him, but when he caught her, she averted her eyes, had she gone shy all of a sudden? There were many things that he would label her with, bold and audacious, but shy, that hadn't been on the list.

The he heard her scoff "How long does it take to decide what to eat?"

He looked up to see her rolling her eyes, okay so the shyness had only been brief, but he had seen it, he could be sure he had seen it. She probably knew that he had and that was why she was hitting him back with sass now. "Patience is a virtue milady, it takes time."

"What? To decide that you want a stake with a side of fries, peppercorn sauce and tomatoes?"

"Confused, but that does actually sound really good."

"You are welcome, now, I am on my lunch break, something which lasts an hour and you have already taken up…" She looked at her watch "Twenty-three minute."

"Very precise; but you're the boss though right? Can't you make up your own lunch breaks?"

"I don't know what sort of business you run, where you think that the boss isn't needed to make sure that it runs smoothly, but I can assure you sir that she is."

Whoa, okay, she loved her work, was probably a workaholic, but she had taken time out of her busy schedule to have dinner with him, so did that mean that she liked him? Or that she liked what he was offering to her company, the prospect of expansion? "Okay then, is this not a business lunch?"

"Yes, I… well I suppose it is."

"So therefore can you not spend as long as you like on this business lunch? If it is in fact a business lunch and not a date." An hour would not be enough, he couldn't just see her for an hour and then part ways with her, so he was willing to use any tactic necessary to get her to stay; if it meant they had to mix a little business with pleasure, then he was all for it.

"Hmm." She picked up her glass. "Where is the waiter, this restaurant has shocking service."

"Oh, I think you go order at the bar." Suddenly they were interrupted by his phone, she cast him an unimpressed look, before he took his phone out of his pocket and looked at the caller ID. "Sorry, I have to take this." He apologised, before standing and walking a little away from her. "John?"

"Where in god's name are you?!"

"What?"

"Robin, we have been sat waiting in this conference room for the past two hours." Oh shit, both he and Regina had merely meant to be stepping out for a small break, but they had seemingly forgotten about everyone else who was waiting for them.

"Sorry."

"Sorry? Robin, her people are worried now. They say that she never does this, that she would never walk out of a business deal."

"And they would be right."

"Robin, get back here and sort this!"

"It's all fine, I have the situation under control, you can all leave."

"Are you having a laugh Robin? We have been…" Robin cut the phone of, he knew it was rude, but he wanted to get back to his date, or business meeting, whatever it was. Sitting back down opposite her he chuckled "Sorry."

"I ordered." Regina stated, looking at him. "What may I ask is so highly amusing?"

"We seem to have left our people in the conference room. For two hours."

Her eyes went wide "Oh my god! The meeting, we should go." She grabbed her bag and was about to stand up, when he reached out and gently grabbed her arm.

"I think as the leaders of our companies, we are more than qualified to make the business deal ourselves, without anyone else interfering."

She was staring at him, the look in her eyes changed as a smirk came upon her face and she sat back down. "I suppose you may be right."

"You're the boss you make the rules and if you want to do business over dinner, you can." He shrugged. He didn't want to drop his hand from her arm, not yet, that slight bit of contact was making his whole body heat up, electrifying sparks rushed through him. Could she feel it too? He was pretty certain from the way she was looking at him that she could; but from what he had come to know of her, he knew that she would deny everything, deny this feeling between them, this connection, this immediate spark.

"Yes, I suppose I can." She looked down at his hand and then back up at him. Raising her eyebrows "Are you going to let go of me, or will I need to remove your hand myself?"

He laughed and shook his head, dropping his hand, she was definitely trying to fight this feeling, but she wouldn't win, he would make sure that she wouldn't.


Lunch was a mixture of witty humour and slight flirting from both parts, he knew she had been flirting with him, despite the fact that he could tell she was inwardly scolding herself every time. He found it adorable, the way she wanted to control the situation was hilarious, she was clearly a woman who liked to be in charge, like to run things.

She sighed and reached for her bag. "I don't think so." He shook his head.

"What?" She asked.

There was no way he was allowing her to pay for their meal, he should have guessed that she would try to, because that was just the person she was, but he wouldn't stand for it, he had asked her out and therefore in his mind, he should pay. "I got this." He removed his wallet from his back pocket.

"I can pay for my own lunch thank you very much. I don't need you to pay for me, it's not like this was a date."

"Oh Regina, just let me pay, will it hurt your pride too much to let a man pay for your lunch."

She narrowed her eyes at him "Why is it so important for men to show their authority by paying for a woman?" She asked, her voice cool and harsh.

"It's nothing about showing authority." He shook his head. "Regina, get down of that bloody high horse of yours would you." He saw the anger glint in her eyes and he had to admit she did look quite menacing like that, but he was strangely turned on by it. Another tactic was needed "Think of it as another example of my proper English gentleman side."

She sighed, her intense stare softening somewhat "I will not be bought Mr Locksley."

"Oh come on." He huffed "I thought we'd gotten past all that Mr Locksley business."

"Okay, Robin then, I will not be bought, do you understand what I am saying to you?"

"I think so. But what I don't understand is why you would think I was trying to buy you, all I want to do is buy you lunch, is that such a crime?"

"No, I suppose not." She looked down and shook her head. "I should be getting back to the office." She made to stand up and walked out.

Robin quickly threw some notes on the table, before standing himself; he noticed her jacket on the back of her chair so picked it up and hurried after her. He wasn't going to let her get away that easily, he wasn't ready for the date to be over. "Regina, wait." He came up behind her. "Regina." He reached out and touched her shoulder, causing her to turn around quickly and their lips to graze accidently; shocking him to his core as it hit him like a lightning bolt. It was like nothing he had ever felt before, the mere touching of their lips for the briefest second rendered him speechless.

Her eyes widened as she stared at him for a few seconds, before regaining her composure. "What the hell do you think you are doing sneaking up on me like that?!"

"Regina." He was looking at her lips, he couldn't help it, the feeling they had sparked within him made him dizzy with anticipation of what it would feel like to properly kiss her.

"Well?!" It was a protective wall, he knew it was, it was her way of protecting herself, if she pretended that she couldn't feel anything between them, then she would be safe. But he wasn't going to give up on her, he was going to bring that wall crashing down around her.

"You forgot your jacket." He stated, handing it to her.

"Oh, thanks." She took it back from him and pulled it on.

His hand reached out and found hers. "Regina, I had a lovely time."

"Really?" She asked, tilting her head at him.

Why did it seem like she didn't believe him? Was she trying to make it so that his date with her was miserable? Had she been meaning to sabotage it? "Yes, I would love to do it again sometime."

She laughed and shook her head "You don't want to, trust me."

"Why?"

"Because I'm not the type of person people want to go out with twice." She stated, messing with the buttons on her jacket.

Now there was something else he hadn't expected from her, insecurity? How could she be insecure? She was beautiful, intelligent, sassy and in his eyes perfect. "Well this annoying Englishman wants to go out with you again."

She looked up at him with wide eyes. "I don't think so."

"Regina?"

"Why? Why would you want to go out with me again? I'm horrible company."

"No, I don't think you are, this was the best business lunch I ever had." He chuckled, realising that she hadn't pulled her hand away from his.

"We don't have any more business to attend to." She shrugged.

It was true, the contract was signed and the deal was sealed, business could no longer be used as an excuse. "Okay then, Regina Mills would you like to go on a date with me at some point."

"A date?"

"Yeah, you know, two people who like each other going out for a nice meal, or other things that people like to do."

"Two people who like each other?" She rose her eyebrows at him "What makes you think I like you?"

"Intuition." He smirked. He really wanted her to say yes, really, really wanted her to; but if she did say no, he wasn't going to give up, they had too much of a connection for him to just give up on her.

Regina smiled at him as she dropped his hand "Get in touch with my secretary and she will notify you with some possible times. I'm sure I can find more business topics to talk about, like for example, who will be running this twin magazine."

"So, no personal number?"

"Robin dear, you are going to have to do a lot better than that before I give you my personal number." She rose her eyebrows at him before leaning in. He thought she was going to kiss him and felt a lump form in his throat. "Thanks for lunch." She whispered in his ear before pulling back and casting him a wicked smile. "Good day Mr Locksley." She quipped before turning and walking in the opposite direction.

He stared at her as she went, shaking his head, he was well and truly smitten with her, everything about her was so intriguing. It was crazy what something so small as feeling her breath running over his ear could do to him, her smile, the proper smile that she used was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen and he knew he wouldn't not be forgetting that for a while.

He ran a hand through his hair, she was truly amazing and he hoped that he could get to know her better; even if he was having to go through her assistant, he would find a way to take her out again. He had to, because he knew he wouldn't be able to remove her from his mind, he was hooked, she had him under her spell and it was a spell that he never wanted to be broken.


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