Next day Emma wakes up revitalized. Last night has been crazy. After the kiss and Regina's scape Emma went back to the bar.

She decided to hit on the bartender and this time Ruby did not give her a fight. It seems she has a different target in mind now. So here she is, getting ready for work as she looks back at her bed companion.

Thinking she can scape before she gets up she quickly writes a note to let her know she needed to leave, unfortunately her companion chooses that moment to wake up.

"Hey you. where are you going?"

"Hey, I gotta get to work." Emma gave her an apologetical smile.

"I have stuff to do too. So, no problem"

"Cool, I'm leaving the spare key. You can probably drop it under the door. It was a pleasure to meet you. Goodbye"

"Actually, can you just give me a ride."

"Sorry, I gotta go. Here grab a cab." I said before leaving 20 bucks on the table and leaving for work. As I said Regina last night I don't get emotionally attached and I'm not looking for a relationship. So, this is a one-time thing.

I woke up early today. After Belle left, I went to the bedroom to think. After a while I hear some noises outside, so I get up and go to my balcony. There, in the roof is Emma. Working. I enjoy the view for a little longer before I decided that it was enough, I needed to get a shower.

I get in the bathroom and prep the bath. After checking the water temperature and confirming that it's good I take my robe off, letting my nude body get in contact with the cool air thanks to the air-conditioning. I get in the bath, reclined my head back to the bathtub border and close my eyes.

I can still hear the sound of the hammer as Emma works in the roof. I know it's her. Flashing of last night come into play. Emma's gaze as she devours me with her eyes. Her words. The way she trapped against the wall. The hammering outside doesn't stop. Instead, I feel like it's intensifying. At this I cannot hold it anymore. I took the bathtub shower head and change the water intensity. Feeling the water running through my fingers. My heartbeat speeds up and the pounding outside doesn't stop. I feel splashes of water around my skin, and it feels like it burns. Droplets roll down my neck reaching my breasts, lightly touching my nipples and they get hard in an instant. All I can think is Emma and how those lips would close around my nipples. Sucking them, biting them.

I move the shower head down my body until it reaches my pussy. I feel it pulsating with need. I know I'm wet. Wetter that I've ever been. I have images of Emma. Sweating. Working hard. Moving around. The hammering outside intensifies. Droplets of sweat running down toned arms as Emma uses the hammer. The pounding doesn't stop. My breathing is more labored. I'm getting close. I know if it weren't' for the water my tights would be slick as my essence runs down.

Suddenly I have flashes of golden locks between my legs. I look at her and she looks back at me with those emerald eyes. My lips parted and I come harder than I ever done it before, if ever.

I sigh content. Feeling relax. I finish my bath and get out the bathroom to get ready for the day.

I decided on a mid-thigh blue dress that exposes a side of my tight and a leather jacket with black stilettos. After my hair is in the rigth position I get out the house. As I walk to the car, I see her.

"Morning."

"Good Morning."

That cocky grin is in place "You didn't say goodbye last night."

"Sorry dear, but I'm late for work."

"What do you do?"

I decided to indulge her a little bit "I work in fashion."

"Retail?"

"I'm an editor for a fashion magazine." I said with a smirk

"Does that mean you're the boss?, I like them bossy"

I rise an eyebrow and get in the car without a word. She follows me to the driver side and pops her arm on the door.

"What are you doing later?"

"I'm working late." It's true. I must review a couple of articles today and meet with a fashion designer.

"I'll be here until dark finishing up this job."

"Cool." I replied showing not interest.

"I'll be done, and you'll never have to see me again."

"Fine with me. Enjoy the rest of your day Miss Swam. It was a pleasure to meet you" were my last words before driving off.

I can see her smiling through the rear mirror.

Later that day I meet with the fashion designer. We have an interview and after that a photo session to show case their designs. I request my assistant's help to prep the models as I instructed.

"Sorry Miss Mills but one of the models doesn't want to pose nude on top of the fur"

"That's ok Kat. I'll handle it" I walk to where the model is seating. "My assistant tells me you don't want to pose nude on top of this piece?"

"There is no way I will ever put that on my naked body, it's in My contract, no fur." The model replies.

I put my best smile in place "I'm an anti-fur advocate. You think that's real?"

"It looks real. Even if it's not I'm not putting it on."

"The coat is faux, it wouldn't be on my set otherwise. So could you please help us so we can finish this up?" The model agrees and I walk to my assistant.

"Was that true?"

I glance back and the model is getting ready. "It worked." I said with a tiny smile. "I want to be home before dark."

"That's ok Miss Mills. I'll wrap it up."

When I get home Emma is there. Packing up her tools.

"You change your mind?" she asked

I cannot contain my smile. I thought about it the whole day. I don't know what is about Emma that pulls me in. But I made my mind earlier and decided that I'd accept her invitation. What could go wrong? "One drink, one. And we're done."

"That works for me. I'll be back in an hour." She says before driving off.

A couple of minutes later Emma gets to her apartment. She cannot believe Regina gave her a chance. She decides to wear a black suit and pull her hair in a ponytail. At the last minute she decided to grab her long and thick purple friend and puts it in place in the harness inside her pants. She is ready.

I finish my last touches. I'm wearing a short black dress with a V shape in the front that left little to the imagination. It looks good on me and before I can stop myself, I think about what Emma impression may be when she sees me. That brought a smile to my red painted lips. I hear the door bell and give myself a final glance before opening.

Emma was there. Wearing a suit. I never picture her wearing a suit and that stops me on my tracks. She looks amazing on it. She see as Emma again devours her with her eyes, stopping for a while on her front. Admiring.

"You trying to kill me?" I smile at that.

"Nice outfit." She smiles before inviting me to get to the car.

We get to an intimate, cozy place. The music is relaxing, the atmosphere tantalizing. I'm drinking some wine as we are at the bar stools. I can feel her gaze on me and I cannot handle it any more "Stop it."

"Stop what?" she acts as if she doesn't know what she is doing.

"You're staring at me."

"I'm not… You were saying that you're a brilliant fashion editor."

"I never said that." Immediately I feel her hand resting on my knee. Making circles and my breath hitches.

"Tell me what you said?" She asked again without removing her hand, instead she moves it a little higher.

"I had an opportunity to go to New York."

"What happened?"

"Robin had just been promoted." She removes her hand and for a second I miss it. I continue "So, I made a sacrifice."

She sips at her drink "Sounds like martyrdom to me."

"You'll understand someday."

"Don't be condescending, I understand the concept of sacrifice… I would have made you go, in fact I would have gone with you." Emma says looking at my eyes before her hand goes back to my knee, this time touching the insides of my tights while moving up a little bit. I cannot stop staring at that hand that doesn't seem to stop. Instead, it moves higher until it reaches my soaked panties. She moves her fingers and I'm thankful for the darkness surrounding us otherwise she could see my flushed cheeks and everybody would see what is happening before their eyes.

"That's sweet." I replied after I'm able to catch my breath. "You're really sweet. I like your style." I said looking at Emma in her eyes, aware of her fingers touching my most sensible parts. "I like your edge." I breathed. Feeling how my essence is running down to the point that her fingers are getting wet. "It's just that my style is engaged to a man." I finished, suddenly standing up and asking for the check.

Emma comes close to me and I warn her "Don't come any closer."

"Come to my place." She whispers in my ear before bringing our mouth together in a passionate kiss.

I think of Robin for the first time in the night and stop "I'm leaving." Pushing Emma out of the way I ran down the street.