A/N: I'm so glad everyone is enjoying the story! I believe I'm going to make it a little longer. How long idk, but I'm thinking 10 chapters? What do you think? Leave a comment to let me know what you think of this chapter! :D
When I woke up the next morning, I could hardly believe I was going on a date. Let alone with Emma Swan…the woman who I had just had incredible sex with…at my place of work. It was really not like me; hell, even I was still trying to get over it. I grabbed my phone to check the time when I saw I had a text message from an unknown number. It was half past eight when it was received.
Gooood morning beautiful! Can't wait for our date tonight! It is a date right? I hope so! Pick you up at 8? :) -Emma
How did I not have Emma's number? I was the lead therapist, I have everyone's number. Strange. Maybe she got a new number since she started. I pondered for a moment before responding.
Good morning Miss. Swan. 8pm sounds perfect.
I had barley sat up to stretch before another text came though. Wow, I'm more sore than I thought.
Yeesh, sounds like a business meeting. :P I chuckled before my phone vibrated. Can you please not call me Miss. Swan? My name is Emma. Another vibration. I mean, it was the name you were screaming when you came last night ;)
Can you send your sentences in one text?
Yeah, sorry. I got a little carried away :P forgive me? ALSO, where are we eating? I'm pretty open to anything except greens. YUCK!
I shook my head. This woman is too much. Of course I forgive you. I made reservations at Sportello's, one of my favorite restaurants. Now, do what you need to do for the day and I'll see you at eight. Just when I thought the conversation was over, my phone buzzed again.
Oooh, that's fancy! And if 'doing what I need to do for the day' is what I should be doing…then I guess I should just come straight over ;)
It took me a second to comprehend what she meant before blushing at the realization.
You're naughty. Was all I could muster.
Oooh, you sound so sexy when you say that ;)
You're terrible. But seriously, I have to get to work. I have a training to do today, then I need to go to the store, then to the gym, then get ready for our date. You wouldn't want me looking like a jumbled mess for our date now would you?
You're sexy no matter what you do Regina :)
So are you, dear.
I smiled ear to ear before getting up to start my day. It was almost always the same routine. I would get up around seven or eight am, have a healthy, filling breakfast, go to the gym, shower, then get ready for work. I really wasn't looking forward to this training. My boss just hired a new therapist fresh out of school, so she was incredibly enthusiastic…about everything. Which is great…if over the top enthusiasm was my thing.
Just as I was about to walk out the door, I saw something violet on my skin. I slowly walked back and noticed a huge welt from my clavicle to the front of my neck. I gasped in horror. That little fiend! I checked the weather forecast on my Iphone and sighed in relief. It was 56 degrees and cloudy outside, which was perfect for a scarf. I could not show myself at work with a massive hickey on my neck. I would never live it down if my coworkers saw it.
While my phone was out, I snapped a photo of my neck and sent it to Emma saying, Look at what you did! How am I supposed to show myself at work?! Grabbing a crème scarf that was already on my jacket holder, I quickly covered my neck, then grabbed my wool button up jacket. As I exited my apartment with a huff, my phone vibrated.
Yep, that's my handy dandy work right there! #noshame
This woman was incredible! No shame AND using a hashtag in a text message! I shook my head with a hard eye roll as I responded.
For the love of God, don't you have any remorse? AND a hashtag?! Seriously?!
I locked my door, then headed to the elevators. As I waited, another text came through.
Whaaat! I need to express myself! And I sometimes say it in hashtags :p and besides, you certainly weren't complaining last night ;)
Can you not. Are you always this preposterous?
#nope #ijustdome #dontjudgeme #doyoualwaysusebigfancywords
Oh my God..
Her text were coming in rapidly now.
#yousaidthatlastnight
#youlovedit
#youwerescreaming
Was she always this childish? Please stop…
#makeme
Once I was downstairs, I smirked wickedly. I know how to shut that pretty little mouth of yours. Proud of my response, I began walking to work. Buzz.
Oh :O …how so?
Biting my lip, I sent my final text before putting it away in my purse. I guess you'll just have to find out tonight ;)
When I got to work, I checked in with my hyperactive manager, David. He really was a great boss. He took care of his staff, if something wasn't working properly with the towel warmers or something was broken, he was on top of it. The owner on the other hand, Zelena…that woman got under my skin. We tended to call her "the red devil" since that's what she was. She was very fabricated, nosy and loved to gossip. If you did something wrong, you had better start running for the hills or pray that David got a hold of you first, because she didn't put up with failure. Sometimes her husband, Robin, would come in to help out with the finances or help with the scheduling. He was much more pleasant.
"Good morning Regina!" David smiled, turning in his desk chair. "How are you this morning?"
I gave a small smile in return. "I'm fine, thank you." I took a glance at the clock behind him. "What time does…?"
"Mary Margret."
"Yes, precisely. What time will she be here? The training is at ten and it's already half past the hour."
"She called me a few minutes ago actually, telling me she was running behind because of traffic. She lives about thirty minutes away from the spa."
"Well…I hope she doesn't make it a habit. You know how Z gets."
David huffed, "Yes, I know. But, her and Robin are out of town for the next two weeks remember? Visiting their family in London."
"Ah, yes! I do remember Zelena saying something of that nature. It must have slipped my mind."
David let out a jolly chuckle. "No worries Regina." I smiled at him in return. He regarded me curiously for a moment. "You know, you look different."
"Different?" this caught me off guard "What do you mean?"
"I don't know. It's like you're glowing."
I sufficed a blush, only giving away a smirk. Before he continued, a small pixie haired woman opened the spa doors with a massive note book in hand and giant colorful purse across her shoulder. "I am so sorry I'm late! Traffic was terrible this morning!" Damn, she's annoying already, I thought. David stood to his feet, giving his million dollar smile, offering his hand to shake hers.
"Mary Margret, it's so nice to see you again." She practically froze in awe when he shook her hand. "All is forgiven, just don't let it happen again." he said sweetly.
"T-thank you Mr. Nolan. I promise it won't ever happen again!"
David let out a throaty laugh, "Please, call me David." Her eyes practically fell out of her face. "This is Regina Mills. She is our lead therapist, she will be training you today on the protocols, what to do when you come in and leave, spa treatments, as well as to answer any questions you have."
David and Mary Margret walked towards me, the young brunette extending her hand sharply. "Hi Regina, it's so nice to meet you! I'm so excited to learn all there is about the spa." This is going to be a very long morning.
"Nice to meet you as well." I smiled back tightly. "Now, let's go ahead and get started shall we?"
She nodded her head way too eagerly as we started to make our way to the back of the spa.
By the end of the day, I was more than ready for this date. The training had gone longer than I anticipated. She overwhelmed me with questions, and wrote down what needed to be done while at work. This was her first job, so she expressed her excitement and nervousness. By the end of the training, I had no time to go to the grocery store. Maybe if I hadn't done a two hour work out, I might have been able to. Regardless, I had to start getting ready for my date with Emma. It had been such a long time since I had been with someone. I suddenly felt nervous as I began searching through my wardrobe. The last date I had went on was about a year ago with someone I met online. It was terrible. She was late, then talked way too much about herself and didn't ask any questions about my interest AND she had spilled red wine on my brand new shirt.
I decided on a royal blue dress that zipped up in the back with a black blazer. I grabbed my best Dolce & Gabbana heels (which screamed "fuck me"), then took a quick, well needed shower. I had always had expensive taste in clothes, which most massage therapist don't. Most of them enjoy wearing lose clothes from the nearest thrift store or yoga studio. Before massage school, I actually wanted to be a lawyer, but when my mother passed away, who was one of the biggest divorce lawyers in Boston, I wanted nothing to do with the field. It hurt way too much to be in that environment without thinking of her. During school, though, I actually found it quite fascinating and inspiring. I tried the whole yoga thing that most people recommended, but it never calmed me down, just embarrassed and irritated. However, getting a massage always helped relieve my tension that I held on a daily basis.
Once my flawless make up was applied, my hair was second to follow. It didn't take much to get it how I wanted; all I needed to do was brush and blow dry it a certain way to make it flip.
I stood in the mirror once I was dressed to admire myself. I had to admit, I looked really good. My confidence raised tremendously. Satisfied with myself, I sent Emma a text of my address and that I was ready when she was. I couldn't wait to see the look on her face when she would find out that I wasn't wearing any panties. She responded quickly.
I didn't know you lived at Avalon Apartments…
Why are you saying it like that?
Umm...because those are super nice…
Just as I was about to respond, she told me she was on her way. I felt very strange all of a sudden. I'm not sure why, but I had a feeling I was going to find out.
After about fifteen minutes, I heard three solid knocks on my door. When I opened it, Emma was standing there in a tight red dress, her hair in curls, heels and a light leather jacket holding a bouquet of yellow daffodils. Do we really need to go to dinner? She looks delicious enough to eat right now. No Regina, snap out of it. If my gaze didn't give away how I felt, she would need to physically pull me out of my haze. When we made eye contact, she had the same lustful glare as I did.
"Wow Regina, you look…incredible." she paused to look me up and down again. "No…you look beautiful…wait no…sexy…Nooo…" she began to turn pink.
"It's alright, dear. You look quite lovely yourself." I felt my cheeks flush in return. "Are those daffodils for me?"
"Yes, yes they are." she smiled proudly, holding them out for me to grab. "Beautiful flowers, for a beautiful woman." When our fingers touched to exchange the bouquet, that nervousness left my body from something much more powerful…lust. I shook it off immediately because, I wanted this night to go smoothly and slowly.
"You're cute, you know that?" She blushed furiously at that. I opened the door slightly letting her in. "I just need to put these in a vase and we can go."
She followed slowly behind, looking around my apartment. "Wow Regina, you really do have a nice place. Way better than mine."
"Where do you live, dear?"
"Harbor Point." she stated simply. "It's cozy and not that expensive and it has a nice view, so I can't complain."
That was a decent area, but it was a good ways from work. She needed to take a subway to get there since she lived so far.
"That's a long way from work." I stated filling the vase up with water then placing my flowers in it. I stalked back towards her.
"Eh, it's not that bad. The subway takes me about five blocks away so I get my jog in."
"Ah! That explains why you're always so sweaty when you come in." I chuckled. She grinned back at me, elbowing me lightly in the arm. "Ready?"
"Always." She place her arm though mine after I locked my door we headed out on our date.