Later that day I went back before the Mayor's office closed. I was shaky when I knocked on the door. "Come in Miss. Swan." How did she know it was me? I walked in and tried not to show that I was skittish. "What do you want?"
"I came to get my jacket." I pointed to it hanging on the coat rack by her desk. "May I?"
"You're asking if you can take your jacket? I'm not your mother Miss. Swan." Damn she's in super bitch mode. I didn't say anything and just went to grab my leather jacket. I could feel her watching me from the corner of her eye as I slipped it on.
"Have a nice night Madame Mayor." I started to walk out the door but stopped when I saw a book on the floor. I turned to pick it up and smiled.
"What are you smiling at?" She looked at me from her desk. "Put that back." She stood and walked quickly to the book shelf. She snatched the book from my hands and put it back on the shelf.
"It was on the floor and I was picking it up." Her eyes lingered on the binding of the book. "I read some Rossetti a few years ago. Not my favorite poet but she's good." Regina looked me over skeptically.
"You're full of shit." I leaned against the bookcase with a grin.
"Oh really? What makes you think that?" I knew I shouldn't provoke her but what's the worst she could do? She already fired me earlier today and she's already slapped me.
"Prove it." Regina folded her arms and watched me. "Quote something of hers and I'll give you your job back." I thought a moment. Then an evil idea crept through my scheming mind.
"If you're so sure that I'm full of shit why don't we make this interesting? I quote Rossetti and you go on one date with me. Let me cook you dinner one time. Only if I quote her correctly." Regina laughed sarcastically.
"Fine. You quote her correctly I'll let you cook me dinner and you get your job back. But, if you're wrong, you have to do whatever I say for a month. Deal?" I smiled with a nod.
"Deal." I cleared my throat wondering which quote I should do. I looked over the bookshelf. "Did you miss me? Come and kiss me. Never mind my bruises, hug me, kiss me, suck my juices, squeezed from goblin fruits for you, goblin pulp and goblin dew. Eat me, drink me, love me…"
"Okay Miss. Swan you have made your point." Regina huffed and closed her eyes. She had a slight flush to her cheeks. Was she turned on? Did I just turn her on by quoting such a sexual poem? A poem that can be argued to have a lesbian romance in it. She bowed her head and pinched the bridge of her nose with her thumb and forefinger.
"I do believe that was lines 465 through line 471 of "Goblin Market." I took a quick step towards Regina. "Therefore I believe you owe me one date." I paused, "when should I pick you up this Friday?" Regina opened her eyes and locked them with mine.
"You did surprise me Miss. Swan. I didn't think you knew any poems. Let alone such a controversial one that can be read in many ways." I smiled and leaned a little closer. She stood her ground and didn't move away.
"I'm full of surprises Madame Mayor." I lowered my voice and saw a flame burn in her eyes as my warm breath went across her lips. Regina raised an eyebrow and smirked.
"I guess you are. Pick me up at seven sharp," Regina leaned in to whisper in my ear. "And don't be late." I heard her chuckle darkly as she walked past and I shivered. Damn that woman turns me on more than anything.
"I HAVE A DATE WITH REGINA!" I rushed in the house and saw Jefferson reading in the living room.
"What?" He looked up from the book. "How the hell did you manage to do that after she slapped you this morning?"
"You heard me. And I got my job back." I slipped out of my jacket and walked into the kitchen. "I pick her up tomorrow at seven sharp. I just need to learn how the hell to cook a decent meal. Get your ass over here and help me figure something out."
I wish it was that easy to get a date with Regina. This is the scene I wrote the story around actually. We red the poem in class and I started getting all these ideas for a fanfic. Thank you British Lit. 2! haha.