Hi everyone!
Well I need to thank all of you for the support and I'd like to answer a review I got, it was made by a guest so this is the only way I can answer.
Well the Review was:
"Hey there! I'm liking your story very much! I can tell you're not an English speaker and there's times you translate too literally from Spanish. Also, is Regina married? If not, she needs to be ms. and not mrs. It's handing in instead of handling. Those are a few examples. This isn't meant to sound harsh. I promise. It's just a small piece of advice from one writer to another. Can't wait for an update :)"
Well first I want to thank to who wrote this review I'm very happy that you like the story and I didn't think for a second that you're review was meant to sound harsh :) It's true I'm not an English speaker but I don't speak Spanish too, I speak Portuguese. I stop studying English 2 years ago and my writing abilities are not so good as they should.
I want to thank you for the advise also, the all Ms/Mrs thing was kicking my head hard, thank you for helping me with that.
Hope you'll keep reading and reviewing, please use a signature the next time so I can address my answer to you :) Thank you again and enjoy this new chapter.
Now sorry to all of you for the long note, don't hate me please!
Enjoy and you know SwanQueen is end game ;)
"Emma, sweetheart" Mary Margaret called from outside the room. Emma wasn't in the mood to deal with her mother, but she knew how much a pain in the ass, her mother could be if she wanted.
"Come in" the blonde said with a monotone tone.
Mary Margaret entered the room with a sweet smile towards Emma and sat on the bed beside her daughter "How was school today?"
The simple reference to school made Emma think about Ms. Mills black skirt, how the woman sat earlier on top of the table with her legs crossed and she imagined how would the woman look like without that shirt, but still in top of that table and maybe with Emma close to her. The young blonde realized she was blushing and she tried to seem calm and unperturbed.
"Emma, dear?" Mary Margaret's voice ripped Emma from her sweet thoughts.
The blonde laid her head on her pillow "It was fine I think" she said trying hard to push Regina's thoughts from her mind.
Emma knew exactly what that was all about, her mother was trying to apologize after their fight the other day, but Emma was still mad at her.
"Any thing new?" MM continued trying to light the mood inside the room.
Emma shook her head unwillingly "I need to study mom" the blonde finally said getting slowly up from the bed into her desk.
Her mother smiled and nodded "OK, I'll let you study then" she said before leaving the room, closing the door behind her.
Alone in her room Emma wasn't able to ignore her, not so pure, thoughts about her bitchy teacher.
"Gosh" she said angrily to herself. The thoughts about Regina at the bar the other night were making Emma's body shiver and chest move viciously with every vision of Regina's red lipstick.
The blonde had to control herself to avoid to let out a moan while remembering the look in her teacher's eyes when she was walking out of the library.
She ran to the bathroom to wash her face with cold water "Stop being a perv Swan" she whispered in the bathroom "She's your freaking teacher!"
Then Emma's phone ringed loudly, the girl groaned while walking towards her bag to reach her cell-phone "What?" she yelled sharply to who ever was on the other side.
"That's not a good way to answer your phone Miss. Swan" Emma heard.
In that moment her heart crashed itself against Emma's ribs.
Emma knew who was talking but still she asked "Who am I talking to?"
"Oh, you're write, Miss. Swan, it's your literature teacher"
Emma's jaw dropped on the floor, she took a few to disguise her shock.
"What a surprise..." Emma let out.
The other voice was quiet for a while "You left your literature book on the library Miss. Swan" Emma finally heard.
She hadn't noticed that the book wasn't in her bag "Oh, I must have forgot about it"
"No problem, sometimes we get distracted by more interesting things that a literature book, I understand you".
There was something in that sentence that sounded terrible dangerous to Emma, what the hell was the teacher trying to say with that.
"Oh.." she said feeling her cheeks getting red again while reminding the reason of her distraction "How did you know it was mine" Emma asked shortly.
"It has your name on the cover"
Emma felt so stupid for asking that.
"Wait" Emma said loud realizing one very important detail "How did you get my number?"
She heard a small laugh "Miss. Swan, I'm a teacher I have full access to your private files you know?"
Emma knew it, but the thought of Ms. Mills digging into her file was really scary.
"Maybe you should come see me at my office tomorrow so that I can give you your book back early in the morning" the brunette said.
Emma shook her head knowing that Regina would never see it. "I don't think that's necessary Ms. Mills, I have a class with you tomorrow, you can't give it back then".
"I wasn't asking you Miss Swan" the brunette's voice sounded so cold "I was saying that you're going to meet me at my office, let's say, tomorrow 7 a.m so that I can give you what is yours"
Once more a shiver traveled Emma's body from her neck to her tights, the words were echoing in her head "give you what is yours".
"Ok then, bye" Emma finally managed to say.
"See you tomorrow Miss. Swan, and don't be late"
Emma was imaging her teacher sitting in her office with her phone in her hand saying that to her and licking her own bottom lip slowly.
In that night Emma had the most strange and sweet dream, she was on Ms. Mills office. The room was dark and it smelled like apples and cinnamon. In front of her a glorious woman wearing nothing but a red lace pattern bra and underpants.
In Emma's dream the brunette woman would push her against the office wall hard with a devilish smile that soon disappear when the brunette crashed her mouth against Emma's and moved her knee between Emma's legs, when the brunette broke the kiss she started to bit Emma's neck hard while whispering at her ear "Let me give you what's yours".
Emma woke up covered in sweat, and her heart beating helplessly "fuck" she cursed.
She looked at the clock, it was already 6.30 and she was going to get late to her meeting with Ms. Mills if she didn't get up.
Emma didn't even eat breakfast despite Mary Margaret complaining about how unhealthy it was.
When she arrived to school she rushed into Ms. Mills' office almost falling while entering it.
Her teacher was already there and was looking at her with a suspicious gaze "You're late Miss. Swan" the brunette said sharply.
Emma looked at her watch, it was 7.02 "Come on, I'm only late two minutes she grumbled at the brunette.
"You're late Miss. Swan" Regina insisted.
Emma was so angry with that woman that she didn't notice at first how the brunette was dressed, skinny jeans and a red top with a blue bossy jacket and once more high heels.
When the blonde took time to look at her teacher she almost chocked (God! She's HOT!) Emma thought to herself.
"Thank you Miss. Swan" Regina said and for a moment Emma's face turned fire-red, she couldn't have said that out loud could have she?
"For coming" the brunette finished with a playful smile, and Emma almost could bet that the brunette had read her thoughts.