|Chapter 1: Inner Desires|
The only sound inside the office was the scribbling of her majesty against the paper, taking several notes from the resumé laying in front of her. They had barely said a word, Regina signaling her to take a sit as she took one behind her black wooden desk. The woman had barely acknowledged the presence of the blonde woman in the room, her thoughts focused on those papers in front of her, a stoic look on her face as she read every word carefully through her black framed glasses. Sometimes she'd frown at the words, other times she'd sniffed and turn the page but never once did the woman averted her gaze towards Emma. Emma who was sitting on that black leather chair across from her. Emma whose gaze had averted towards the clock on the wall, the glass panels that overlooked the city, her hands, her poorly done manicure, anything that could take her thoughts away from the raven haired woman in front of her.
To say that she felt pressured was an understatement. She had had several interviews in her work experience but nothing had ever felt quite like this. On that seat, on that building, Emma felt exposed, felt naked and uncomfortable so without a second thought her left foot began tapping anxiously against the black carpeted floor. Wrong move. The scribbling against the paper stopped abruptly and the woman in front of her gazed at Emma's left foot, slowly her gaze advanced up Emma's body until finally they landed on her face. Emma cringed inwardly and slowly averted her gaze to meet that of Regina's. Deep brown eyes met pale blue eyes through glasses and Emma couldn't help the spark that traveled down her spine. She immediately willed her foot to stop and muttered an apology, to which the woman replied with a sarcastic smile before her concentration was absorbed again on the papers. The blonde sighed inwardly and scrunched her face, with a prayer to the Gods above she willed a hole to apear beneath her so it could swallow her whole but nothing happened, she was still in the same position with the insufferable woman in front of her. Said woman organized the papers once again and placed them inside the black envelope and extended it towards Emma, her thoughts focused once again on the endless scribbling. Emma grabbed the envelope and rolled her eyes at it.
Of course it had to be black, otherwise it wouldn't match the carpets on the floor, the doors, the wooden desk, the chairs…
"So tell me Miss Swan," the woman had finished scribbling and was now eyeing Emma curiously, a lopsided grin adorning her immaculate lips. "Why do you want this job?" The raven haired beauty leaned back against the -obviously- black desk chair and brought both hands in front of her face, each elbow pressed against their respective armrests and her fingers laced together.
She was the epitome of authority and sensuality if they were mixed together, with one hand she could kill you and with the other she could undress you. With Regina Mills everything was plainly a game, you either do it wrong or you do it less wrong, there was no right except hers. She looked like a kid waiting for Christmas, waiting for the woman in front of her to open her mouth before she would swamp her down with the hundredth reasons why this company didn't need her. This was merely a façade perfectly orchestrated by the woman in red, the devil itself, and if Emma was grateful for something at that moment, was the 2 years spent in prison and the techniques she learned from her mates. Emma narrowed her eyes, two could play this game.
"I believe that this job could help me grow better as a per-" A humorless chuckle rang throughout the large room.
"Same answer as those 17 other girls. You gotta try better than that Miss Swan," the woman stood up from her chair and rounded her desk standing directly in front of Emma. "Dropped out of school, didn't finished college, has worked on several fast foods and oh! How could I forget?" Regina shook her head sarcastically at herself as if to indicate how stupid she was, "2 years in prison!" Emma instantly froze, closed her eyes and froze in place ready to get insulted by the woman in front of her.
"And yet, our most important investor recommended you," the woman gave Emma a curious glance and walked again about her office. "So tell me Emma, did you seriously expected me to give the job to an ex-convict?" she chuckled mirthlessly "Least when she was charged of theft?"
And suddenly Emma understood why every girl had left in those conditions, she was sure she'll be merely another one on the list of people psychological taunted by Regina Mills. She needed ammunitions and now.
"You can leave when you please," the woman just walked again towards her desk and rested against it, palms on each side pressed down onto the carved desk. Emma needed to find some grounding, she needed to act without thinking of the consequences.
"Miss Swan-"
"Didn't you marry one?" Emma stared at her up and down. The woman frowned and Emma could've sworn she saw a small flinch. "A thief. Didn't you married one? Oh wait, he never gave you a chance! The guy stole from you, from your company before you could even finish saying I do. Wasn't that right?" Emma was standing now, eyes matching those of the temptress. She had heard the news from one of her friends a couple of years ago and at the time she hadn't given it a thought, but now, as she watched the woman swallow hard and the smug face wiped off her face, Emma couldn't be more grateful for Mary Margaret's big mouth. Regina's demeanor changed immediately, from stoic and authoritarian to one full of rage.
"You have no idea what I'm capable of Swan," the woman got closer with each word she said, lips about 2 inches away from hers, noses almost touching.
"Same goes to you Miss Mills," Emma whispered never backing down from a fight, but then her eyes wandered to Regina's lips and she couldn't help the way her tongue went out to wet her lips, a movement that was not missed by the woman standing in front of her. Regina's lips curved upwards onto a half smile and she bit her lower lip. She then turned and leaned towards her ear.
"Careful Miss Swan, your inner desires are showing." Then just like that the temptress turned around and walked towards her desk. "That'll be all," she said, never once sparing a glance towards the blonde that stood dumbfounded in place. Emma nodded and cursed herself internally for even trying to play this game with her it was obvious that Miss Mills was going to win every single time.
"Miss Mills," Emma says as a farewell and nods as a thanks.
"Miss Swan," Regina replies before Emma turns around and starts walking towards the doors.
She couldn't get out of the building fast enough, her legs were wobbly and her breathing was erratic, but still she kept on and rushed through the front doors. The gust of fresh air calmed her nerves and her erratic heartbeat, but it wasn't enough, being not even 300 feet away from Regina Mills wasn't enough, she needed to get away from that part of the city as soon as her legs allowed her.
"Idiot!" she screamed at herself and hit her forehead several times with the palm of her hand. Being an hour late to a job interview was nothing compared to the stunt she just pulled. Maybe she should add disrespectful and threatening towards possible boss to her resume 'cause God knows after today, she was going to be on the unemployment line for a long time.
By the time Emma arrived home, Henry and Mary Margaret were already there, waiting for her by the small kitchen table.
"So, how did it go?" Henry asked ever the cheerful kid.
"Awful. Sorry kid," she offered a small smile and her heart broke at the obvious disappointment that marked her son's face. She swallowed hard and heard Mary Margaret as she went along with one of her infamous hope speeches. She rolled her eyes and gave her son a hug from behind.
"You'll get it on the next time! I'm positive this time mom!" She nodded against the top of his head, dropped a kiss there and left towards the bathroom. After this horrid day her body craved a long warm bath.
A couple of blocks away, Regina stood in her office staring intently at the city below her. Something about that woman had caught her attention and she wasn't sure what was it. The moment their eyes met brought along a series of cataclysms throughout her whole body, it felt as if her soul had awakened precisely at that moment. She was perfect for her job. Regina was not searching for a girl that possessed several diplomas and work experience, no, she was searching for a fiery soul like herself. A woman with a temper like herself so that she could keep her in her grounds. Her father had received several complaints about her temper and sarcasm when handling her job and had requested an immediate change of behavior unless she wanted to be kicked out of her own family's company. Regina was adamant about it, frustrated in every word until she met Emma. Emma, was perfect for her, with a mere look or a mere word the blonde had managed to extinguish the fire burning in the form of rage throughout Regina. However with the extinguishing of the rage a new type of flame arose leaving tingling sensations all throughout her body. She still remembers the closeness of her lips, so close yet so far away and for a moment Regina imagined how her lips would feel on hers. Would they be soft? warm? hard? Would she bite her lower lip after a kiss? or would she lick her lips? Would she let out a gasp or a sigh?
Both?
Regina shook her head and swallowed hard. She needed Emma to work for her so she called for Zelena to give her the number and dialed it on her phone. After a few rings the voice on the other end answered.
"Miss Swan, how soon do you think you could start?" That was it, no introductions, no good afternoons, just straight to the point. "Is tomorrow okay?" the woman on the end of the line asked. "Of course," said Regina and instructed her to arrive punctually then with a smile pressed the red icon on her phone. She shook her head once again and called it a day.
Emma on the other hand, came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel her phone in her hand and a surprised expression on her face. Mary Margaret and Henry looked at her as if she'd grown a second head. She muttered unintelligent words and kept pointing with her left hand towards the phone.
"I got the job!" she managed to scream after a few seconds. In a moment Emma was being embraced by Henry and congratulated by Mary Margaret. But her smile turned upside down as she realized what this meant.
She was going to be the personal assistant of Regina Mills, the temptress that had somehow gotten into every crevice of her head and had deciphered what could only be described as her inner most deepest desires.
A/N: It's too fun writing these two! I never thought I would be able to update this soon, kind of took me by surprise but I'm really hooked with this ship! (Mostly due to the fact that I recently finished watching the first season again and it reminded me of how much I shipped Emma and Regina) Please let me know what you think! Reviews and PMs are greatly appreciated. Also I would like to thank those of you who have added this story to their favorites and/or your alerts! Thank you!
P.S: If you've not gotten the hint by now well let me tell you that yes, the rating will change to M soon.