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Chapter 12

Emma was very disappointed when she reached the office on Friday.

She was happy as she was expecting to see Killian but learned that he had postponed the party, and had stayed in L.A. until Wednesday as he reconciled with an old friend.

David informed everyone that the office party was now postponed to Wednesday at the Marriot hotel as Killian was very happy with the financial statements as they were perfect - the company earning a profit, and even the shareholders all earning decent dividends.

Killian didn't call Emma - which she was grateful for but also resented it. She missed him. As much as she didn't like to admit it, she missed him. Missed the morning Starbucks run, him dropping by her office with a big goofy grin, having lunch with him and David, the late nights in the office or at her house. She even missed his face, his voice, his ridiculous innuendoes, his smirks, his smile, his touch, everything. Him postponing his plans just made her more desperate to see him.

Before leaving her apartment donning a sleeveless red hug-curving dress, Emma checked her answering machine which only had one message from her best friend Ruby, which said "Good luck Emma" with a weird tone to her voice.

Emma got a cab instead of driving as the hotel was in downtown and if she was to see Killian today and talk to him, she needed alcohol. She had no clue what she would do – let herself admit her feelings towards him, or deny them – just the way she had after the nightclub. As Emma was preparing herself for her usual defense mechanism of pretending as if she didn't care or feel anything, she remembered Mary Margaret's words to her.

The day after the interview aired, Mary Margaret showed up at the office to grab lunch with Emma. She just asked Emma if she watched the interview and after she nodded, her friend just said, "Emma, these walls of yours. They may keep out pain, but they will also keep out love"

And it was true. So many men Emma rejected or refused to call back cause what if she develops feelings?

As soon as Emma entered the hall she was swamped with compliments from both men and women, Emma thanking them all and silently congratulating herself. Of course there was no reason Emma decided to wear a very tight red dress which was revealing but still left things to the imagination. And no she did not wear four-inch heels to make her legs look leaner. She wasn't trying to impress anyone here.

Emma found Janice along with her gossip companions and joined them as Janice complimented her, "You should dress more often like this Emma! You look hot! And your hair looks beautiful" Janice touched Emma's braided hair, a few strands sticking out to give it a messy look.

Emma smiled and reciprocated the compliment. Her eyes wandered the room, looking for a certain blue-eyed man.

"She just looks like a bitch. I'm telling you, she's using Killian for his money" Janice stated, making Emma snap her head to her on hearing Killian's name.

"What?" Emma asked.

"Oh you just came. Well, Killian showed up with this gorgeous woman with the longest legs I've ever seen. So basically this is the woman Killian stayed back in LA for, and she's Shira Ralphio, the daughter of Mason Ralphio who pretty much owns most of the big hotels" Janice babbled, "The entire time they've been here, she's been attached to Killian's arm and gives the silent 'I'm better than everyone' look to everyone"

"And oh my god, after a while she and Killian just disappeared" another woman chipped in, grinning.

"I think she's the woman Killian talked about in the interview" Janice ponders, "I mean, it makes sense. He said all those romantic things and then she probably called him and they banged and now she's here"

The gossip continued; everyone making up their own stories but Emma had long stopped listening. She stood still at her place, downing down her glass of wine and stopping the waiter for another. Maybe Emma completely misinterpreted everything. She wasn't stupid; there was attraction between both of them but maybe that's all it was. Maybe all Killian wanted to do was sleep with her. Or worse, since Emma ran away from her feelings and told Killian she didn't feel anything for him, he moved on. Just like everyone in her life, he left her and moved on.

Emma headed towards the bathroom as she could feel the wine and desperately needed to splash some cold water on her face, the evening just turning out to be one of the worst parties she's ever been to.

As she passed a huge vase of flowers, she froze. In front of her was Killian with a woman standing beside him, her arm curled into his and her upper body almost completely leaning on Killian. She was gorgeous, with dark hair and tanned skin and the longest and leanest legs Emma had ever seen. This Shira Ralphio looked like someone who walked out of a Victoria's Secret magazine. And together, they looked perfect – Killian also looking like someone who just walked out of some fashion show. They both deserved each other after all; they were both rich and good-looking.

But then why was Killian so kind to her? Why did he spend hours just talking to her? Tell her about Milah and his parents, and listened to her when she talked about her parents or a foster home she'd been in? How dare he make Emma feel all these stupid things when he always had eyes for someone else.

Finally Killian looked to the side and his gaze met hers.

Killian prides himself on being a sex god but also being a gentleman, but the moment he saw Emma Swan standing in front of him wearing a tight red dress, he could not not admire her from toe to head. Her dress ended just mid-tight and her neckline exposed half of her breasts, leaving the other half to imagination and Killian couldn't wonder what kind of secrets she hid behind that dress. She was looking at him strangely, a mixture of anger, confusion, and jealousy?

He started to excuse himself but Shira tightened her hold on him, bringing her hand up to fix his tie. This woman really is very touchy Killian thought.

Killian watched grudgingly as one of his male employees, Walsh, who had earlier been checking Emma's behind, came up to talk to her.

"Hey Emma, I brought you a drink" Walsh said, handing Emma a glass of wine. She took it and downed the entire liquid down at once.

"Wow. Alright" Walsh laughed nervously, "So what's going on with you, Emma?"

"Nothing" she replied, her eyes glancing towards Killian who glanced back at her.

Suddenly Shira headed with the man they were talking to and Killian was left all alone. He was watching her as Walsh was babbling on to her something about a green lady and a flying monkey who come in his dreams.

Emma had to know. She had to know whether all Killian wanted was to get into her pants or if he gave up on her. So without thinking she stormed towards him, leaving Walsh to turn around awkwardly and for Killian's eyebrows to shot up. Thanking the Gods that he was in a secluded corner where almost no one could see him, Emma grabbed his arm and yanked him towards the back of the hotel into one of the elevators. An elderly couple were already inside and Emma let go of his hand, standing opposite him and crossing her arms over her chest, diverting her gaze from his. Killian was looking at her with a bemused expression and inserted his key for access to the presidential suite.

They rode the elevator in complete silence even after the elderly couple got out, standing opposite each other as Emma intently stared at the ground while Killian stared at her, a glint of amusement in his eyes. The doors finally opened revealing a beautiful space which was probably the living room of the suite. Emma would admire the area but right now she had other pressing issues.

She took a step inside and turned around causing Killian to almost bump into her. Before he could register anything, Emma had shoved him onto one of the pillars in the room and stood in front of him with her hands on her hips.

"What are you doing, love?" Killian asked, his tone uncertain but his eyes scorching hers.

"Who is she?" Emma asked, her tone flat.

"Shira? She's an accomplice; you know, business friends?" Killian answered, his tongue now out to wet his lips.

"Why was she all over you then?" Emma snapped, hating the emotion evident in her voice but she had to know.

Killian smirked, "She's just a very touchy person". He ran a heated gaze over her body, his gaze fixed on her chest a tad bit longer, making Emma tremble "And love, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were jealous" he said, with his cheeky grin.

"Shut up" Emma snapped. She stared at him for a moment, hating the urge to just ask him, "The things you said in the interview…" she stopped. She hated this, she didn't know how to ask him without her seeming as if she cared.

"Don't you know, Emma?" he interrupted her, "It was for you. I wou-"

Killian never got the chance to complete his sentence as Emma grabbed him by his lapels and crushed her lips onto his. His lips were soft, making Emma hum against him as she dragged her fingers inside his suit. Killian grunted in surprise, but soon after brought one hand in her hair while the other cupped her cheek. Emma could feel Killian's tongue lining her lip and without hesitating, opened up for him. Pushing him further onto the pillar, Emma nipped his upper lip, which elicited a moan from him, sending shivers down her spine. Killian bit her lip lightly, making Emma yelp in surprise but soon moaning against his lips as he sucked her lower lip.

They finally broke for air, and Emma took in their position. Him pressed up to the pillar with her hands clutching the fabric of his shirt at the front, and Killian pressing her to him, his fingers digging in the area just above her ass.

Emma's lips tingled from the kiss and she wanted to dive right back in as Killian looked so utterly wrecked.

"Oh shit" Emma breathed.

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