This is another story that I meant to be a oneshot, but I kinda love it, so I'm continuing it. Hehe.
Just a warning, this is rated T for now, but it will be changing to an M in later chapters and does contain a couple of swear words, so you have been forewarned. I hope you enjoy.:) xxx
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters used
Regina sighed, she didn't know if her day could get much worse; she had woken that morning to find that she had accidently washed red underwear in the whites, thus dying her white blouse and best dress pants marshmallow pink. She just so happened to need that suit for an important meeting, one in which she needed to make a good impression. Instead of the white suit, she ended up opting for a black skirt and jacket, with a deep red blouse, which she tucked in neatly. She had pulled her hair back into a fancy updo and slipped her black glasses on, instead of the contacts she usually wore, she felt they gave her a more knowledgeable look, not that it made a blind bit of difference.
Following the disastrous outfit mishap, she had grabbed her travel flask, filled it with coffee and headed out to her car, only to find that the battery was completely drained. This meant that she was going to have to take public transport to get to work, in the morning rush; this had earned a few cuss words and at one point she even kicked the tyres of her car in frustration.
Then after having to take a bus, she changed onto the subway, being a hygiene freak, she was trying to pour hand sanitizer onto her hands with one hand, while balancing her coffee in the other hand. Someone had bumped into her, causing the coffee to slip from her hand, drenching her shirt and skirt.
She had swanned into work, dripping wet, half an hour late; she slammed her bag down on her desk, startling her assistant. "Someone's in a lovely mood this morning." The short blonde stated, looking up at her boss and coming to sit on her desk.
"Don't even start with me today Katrina." Regina sat down in her leather chair and pointed her finger at her assistant, come best friend. "I need a hairdryer; do we have one?"
"I'm sure fashion on the top floor will have one. You must be stressed if you're calling me by my full name."
"Fuck." She went to run her hands through her hair and remembered it was tied up.
"Regina, chill out, you still have an hour and a half before this meeting."
"What?! I thought it started at ten thirty?"
"Ah, no elven thirty, they rang to push it back an hour."
Regina sighed and leaned back into her chair "An hour and a half, okay, that gives me enough time to pop across to Chanel right?"
"Why?"
"I need a new white suit and I literally have no time to mess about, I'm just going to rebuy, I know I said that I wouldn't but…"
"No, not the white suit, what happened to it?" She cast her sad eyes.
"It got marshmellowfied, that's what happened." Regina rolled her eyes. "I now hate red underwear."
"Oh no, bad, that sounds bad." Tink shook her head.
"I need to go."
"What's wrong with what you're wearing?"
"This! This is what is wrong!" She stood up and pointed to the wet patch.
"Oh shit."
"Yes, I'm not meeting the new investors wearing this."
"No."
"No, I'm literally going to run to Chanel."
"I can go…"
"No, I should go, I need to clear my head anyway, I really do not want to sit in here dwelling over this meeting."
"Okay, whatever you say boss lady."
"Seriously Tink, no, just no. Why did you get this job?"
"Because we are friends and you showed workplace favouritism?"
"No." Regina shook her head, standing up and shimmying out of her skirt. "You got the job, because I trusted you to be professional."
"You really need a good fuck."
"Katrina Bell!" Regina shook her head and grabbed the spare pants she kept in her massive office, perks of owning an international magazine. "I am perfectly…"
"When was the last time you had sex?"
"I, um, I don't have to answer that." Oh god, when was it? She really couldn't remember, it was with Graham, but how long ago was that? Two years? No, there was no way it was two years, was it? Oh god, yes it was. Oh now that was depressing.
"Oh dear." Tink shook her head.
"I'm, I'm gonna go, right now." She grabbed her bag and hurried out of her office as quickly as she could. Oh my, she was completely depressed, she had dedicated so much time to making sure that her magazine empire was running smoothly, that she had completely forgotten about having any type of social life. She had a massive house, nice possessions, a highly successful business and no one to share it with, she was completely lonely.
Pushing the door open the cold air hit her, she had forgotten her coat, but it was only a couple of blocks to the Chanel store, she'd be fine. Hugging herself, she picked up the pace; then as if her day couldn't get any worse, the heavens opened and the rain poured down. "Shit." She moved her bag over her head, in attempt to cover her hair and keep it dry; what was going on with her luck today?
She rounded the corner and the Chanel sign came into view, she shook her head and sighed, thank god. Rushing to the door, she accidentally knocked into a man, not looking up, but briefly apologising, she pushed the door open and closed her eyes.
"Oh darling, you look dreadful." The sales assistant shook her head.
"Oh don't Crue."
Crue or Cruella as many liked to call her was an old friend from college, who now kindly allowed Regina to use her staff discount to buy extortionately overpriced designer pieces, which she received commision on; so actually, it was more beneficial for herself, she was very persuasive and Regina usually found herself buying things that she didn't need.
"What happened?"
"The rain happened." She scoffed, ringing her shirt on the mat.
"So, to what do I owe the pleasure sweetie?"
"It was an accident."
"Oh no, what?" Cruella's eyes widened.
Regina winced "I am going to need a new white pant suit."
"Oh dear, oh dear."
"Tell me about it. So?"
"Sorry darling."
"What, on no, please Crue, please tell me that you have one, I ran here, I ran!" She didn't run, it wasn't her thing, she would go to the gym, but she would never run in public, it was so embarrassing.
"Just sold it."
Regina flung her head back in frustration "Argh."
"Relax darling, come here, sit."
Regina sat down in one of the chairs, peeling off her jacket.
"I think I can find you something."
"Oh good, I have an extremely important meeting."
"Ooh." Cruella rose her dark eyebrows. "Well, this is Chanel darling, we have you covered. I have cream."
"Cream?"
"A cream pant suit."
Regina let out a sigh of relief "Cream is perfect." Actually, if she thought about it, cream was better than white.
"Ooh goody, do you need a new shirt?"
"Why not." Regina smiled, for the first time that day. "Royal blue?"
"Yes." Cruella nodded "Perfect. The new range is in."
"Oh." Regina rose her eyebrows, she shouldn't, she really should not go over there and look at the new collection, but it was there, it was right there. Looking at her watch she shrugged her shoulders, an hour, she had an hour, okay maybe just a peak. She stood up and made her way over to look at the new pieces.
Shit, fuck, double shit. Forty-five minutes, she had been in the store for forty-five minutes and spent, oh god, she didn't want to think about how much she had spent. The rain had stopped, thank god; but she had to get back to the office and that took ten minutes! Juggling her four bags, she hurried in the direction of her building and again bumped into a man, causing her to drop her bags.
"Oh god." She shook her head and went to pick them all up, he bent down to help her.
"I am so sorry." He stated.
Upon hearing the most fascinating British accent she had ever heard, she looked up to meet his gaze and nearly lost her balance at the impact his bright blue eyes had on her. She stared at him wide eyed, oh, oh dear, his hair was dark blonde and his blue tie perfectly matched his eyes. "It was my fault I'm sure." She straightened up, he was looking at her intently, this caused her to avert her eyes. "Thank you." She nodded, taking the bags off him and leaving as quickly as possible. Wow.
She pushed her office door open violently for the second time that day. "What the hell time do you call this?" Tink asked.
"I know, I know, it was Crue, she made me buy it."
"I knew it; I knew you wouldn't only be able to buy the suit." She helped her pull off her clothes. "This is why I should have gone."
Ignoring the comment Regina shook her head, she was barely listening to Tink, she couldn't get the bright blue eyes out of her head, oh wow, he really was attractive, never had a guy had such an effect on her; she hadn't even got his name or number! She had no way of ever contacting him, way to go Regina. "I got the suit didn't I?"
"I suppose so."
Regina wiggled into the suit, tucked in the blue silk material and slipped the into the new white heels. "So?" She asked turning to Tink.
"You look hot. But wait a minute." She reached over and released Regina's now practically dry hair, allowing it to fall down to where it met her shoulders and took off the glasses. "Perfect." She picked up a folder off the desk and handed it to her. "There, now go, you're fashionably late. Unless you can get from here to the tenth floor in…" She looked at the clock "Precisely thirty seconds."
"I can bloody try." Regina laughed, rushing out off the door and hopping into a lift, tapping her foot waiting for the doors to close.
"Hold the lift."
She rolled her eyes that was all she needed, spitefully she began to hit the close door button, it was nearly closed when he squeezed through the gap. "Didn't you hear me asking to hold the lift?" He asked.
She had her back turned to him, but that accent was unmissable, her breath hitched and she stared at the ground. It was the blue eyed stranger, a scent of fresh wood and pine floated through the air, obstructing her brain and her ability to think; he was a stranger, she knew nothing of him and before today, had never seen him in her life, but he was in her building. She shouldn't have been feeling this way towards someone she had accidently bumped into. "No, I can't say that I did." She whispered, her voice was different, she had purposely changed it, embarrassed to let him know that she had purposely tried to block him out.
Upon reaching her floor, she literally flew out of the lift, it had been tense in there, she hadn't been able to breath, he was stood at the other side of the lift, but it had felt as though they had been stood right beside one another. How was it that the one time you want there to be people in the lift, it's basically empty? Slowly she steadied her breathing; she was about to enter the briefing room when she heard her name.
"Regina."
She turned to see her fashion editor Mallory Windsor. "Mal, I have a meeting."
"Sorry, this will take one minute." She took a set of photos and handed them to her. "Which ones?"
Flicking through the photos of models, she handed them back to Mal one by one as she informed her of her preferences "Love, love, love, not so much, definitely, no, yes, it will do."
"You don't mess about, I totally agree."
"Good." Regina nodded. "Now this meeting."
"Sure thing." Malory turned to leave before remembering something "Oh Regina darling, drinks tomorrow with the girls, you up for it?"
"Yes, I'll be there, bye Mal."
"Mwah."
Regina laughed and shook her head "Tomorrow."
"Tomorrow."
Regina turned back and finally pushed open the glass door. "Sorry to have kept you waiting." She smiled, then she looked up and had to literally force the smile to stay on her face, oh god, there he was, her knees felt weak, was that normal?
"No problem at all, you must be Miss Mills."
She just stared at him, oh god, she was internally beating herself up, how was this possible? How?
"Miss Mills?"
"Yes?" She stated, was that even her voice?
"I'm Robin Locksley."
"Yes of course, I do apologise, I don't know what got into me, nice to meet you Mr Locksley." She extended her hand, and as soon as he took it, she felt a sudden surge of electricity flooding through her veins, shocking her to her core, her eyes widened and she was sure his did also. Oh this wasn't happening, what was it? Why was she feeling like this? What even was this, the feeling that was pouring through her, suffocating her?
"Mmm, I see you found a dry suit." He smirked, he said this in a voice that only the two of them could hear.
Her trance was broken and she dropped his hand. "Yes." She nodded, the fake smile still on her face as she made her way to the spare seat in the middle of her team.
After an hour or so of negotiating, she sat back in her seat "Well then, it seems we both already know the terms of the agreement." She tapped the papers on the table as she scanned over them. She felt his eyes on her, he was watching her, she knew he was watching her. "So Mr Locksley, I think you will agree with me that the terms are more than fair." She stated looking up and inwardly jolting at the blue pools she was met with.
"Yes, Miss Mills, very much so." He nodded. "Except from this one thing."
She frowned, she had been over and over the contract, making sure that every single detail was perfect. "I don't quite follow."
"The day to day running of the magazine."
"What about it?"
"Who will run it?"
"I thought that was a given."
"You?"
"Yes."
He laughed causing her to scowl at him, she didn't like being laughed at, she didn't like it at all, even if it did reveal his intoxicating dimples.
"Yes me, this is my company, I built it up from nothing, I have been running things around here for the past two years and had not one single complaint." Her eyes burned with anger, was he saying that she was incapable of running a magazine? She had her say on everything that went in each issue, she checked it through cover to cover before it would go anywhere near production. "Mr Locksley, I do not appreciate people questioning my capabilities, I have worked very hard to get to where I am now."
"Miss Mills, that is not what he was trying to say." Another man spoke up. "We are sure you are very capable…"
"But? Why do I feel like I'm waiting for a but here?" She huffed, crossing her arms.
"We feel that you might not be appealing to a diverse enough audience." Robin added.
She laughed sarcastically, shaking her head "This is a woman's magazine Mr Locksley, it hardly needs to hold a diverse enough audience." She stood from her chair "I think I'm going to take a minute." She left the room, running her hands over her face, not diverse enough, who did he think he was? Telling her what her extremely successful magazine should or should not be.
Then she felt a hand on her shoulder, that slight contact igniting her whole body; she closed her eyes and refused to turn around. "Miss Mills."
"What?"
"Can you hear me out?"
"Why? You want to take over my company." She spat, still not meeting his gaze, knowing that it would kill her.
"No, no we don't, please, can I at least tell you our plans?"
"I'm not stopping you." She shrugged, moving back to the elevator and deciding that she needed a drink, coffee of course, she had spilt her first one.
He followed her and it was just the two of them again in a tight, small and confined space. "We see how successful your magazine is, there is no denying that you run it exceedingly well."
"But apparently it is not diverse enough, I mean come on, for an example, if it were a fishing magazine, I would understand that it would hardly be diverse. But it is a woman's magazine Mr Locksley, the clue is in the name, the target audience is women." She scoffed, it wasn't too hard to work out.
"Are you going to let me talk?"
She leant against the side of the elevator "I'm listening." She stated, casting him a cold stare.
He rose his eyebrows and smirked, oh he was so cocky, who did he think he was with his beautiful blue eyes, thick blonde hair that she wanted to run her hands through as he made love to her. Wait what, made love to her? Focus Regina, now is not the time to be having inappropriate thoughts about him, but oh those dimples, they really did a number on her. She wondered what it would be like to see those dimples between her...
"A twin magazine." He stated, drawing her from her daydream.
"A what?"
"Twin magazine."
She rose her eyebrows at him.
"Think about it, your company could publish two, one for women one for men."
That was actually a pretty good idea, but she was already rushed off her feet as it was. "Hmm."
"This is where management comes in, you'd obviously have to hire someone to oversee production, but as far as revenues are concerned, I think they'd double. There's no reason why a male targeted magazine wouldn't do just as well."
His eyes were enough to sell the idea and in her mind she had already signed the deal, but that wasn't enough, she needed to seem like she was the one in power, no, not seem, she was the one in power. "It sounds promising." She nodded. "But, if I am to agree to this, I need to have the guarantee that I will have the last say on the prototype."
"Of course." He nodded "this is your company; you are entitled to direct, we have no intention to take over anything."
"Good." She cast him a faint smile, oh how she wanted him. Her eyes dropped to his hands, no wedding band, well that was something. "It seems that we are both going to get something out of this partnership."
"Oh, I hope so." He nodded, moving closer.
She took a sharp intake of breath at his proximity, he was ever so slightly taller than she was, even though she was wearing three inch heels. She stared at him, trying to read his expression, willing to do anything to relieve the sexual tension, she extended her hand to shake his, sealing their agreement.
He looked down at her hand for a brief minute, before moving his gaze to her lips; his hand came into contact with hers, there was that damn spark again. For a brief second she thought he was going to lean in and kiss her, then all of a sudden the moment was broken when the lift slammed to a halt and the lights flickered. The jolt caused her to fall forwards, he immediately reached out and caught her. "Are you alright?" He asked, helping her to stand upright.
"Mmm I think so." She nodded, her hands were resting on his chest and she could feel his muscles under his shirt. "If you haven't noticed, this day has not been the best."
"Oh that's a shame, because I thought it was going so well." He gently moved a strand of hair behind her ear.
She shook her head and moved out of the circle of his arms "Mr Locksley, this day has been ridiculous."
"Robin, please call me Robin."
She initially furrowed her eyebrows at his informality, but then again, she had imagined him doing things to her that were less than formal. "Robin."
"Yes, Robin."
"Okay." She nodded, moving over to the intercom and pressing the button.
"Front desk?"
"Hi, Jeffrey."
"Miss Mills, how can I help you?"
"The second lift is stuck; we are stuck inside."
"Okay Miss Mills, I'll send someone right away."
"Thanks Jeffrey." She dropped her hand from the button, still averting her eyes from Robin who was stood behind her.
"So, Miss Mills." The way he pronounced her last name in his accent sent shivers up her spine. "Do you have a name?"
"Yes, it's Miss Mills."
"Oh, I meant a first name." He stated.
She turned to look at him and he was staring at her expectantly "Regina." She nodded.
"Regina." Her name rolled off his tongue deliciously. "It suits you." He smiled.
"Hmm." She tilted her head, was there enough air in this elevator? She thought not, it was way too small for the two of them. She had seen the films, the romantic movies where the leading characters got stuck in a lift and the sexual tension was too much, leading to them getting it on against the wall, or on the floor, or anywhere else; that was not happening.
"So, Regina, it seems we are stuck in here."
"Mmm."
"You seem to be a woman of very few words."
"No, I just don't have anything to say to you."
"Are you actually pissed at me for something? Have I done something to offend you?"
Yes, bloody subjecting me to your hotness when I can do absolutely nothing about it. "No, I just get, claustrophobia, that's all." Valid excuse she thought.
"Ah, I see." He nodded in understanding. "You were in a hurry this morning."
"How long do you think we'll be in here for?" She asked, ignoring his comment.
"God knows." He slid down the wall to sit on the floor. "Care to join me?"
"On the floor? Are you serious, have you seen the colour of this suit?"
"Ah good point." He nodded. "You could always take it off." He shrugged.
Her mouth literally dropped open at his comment, take it off? How easy did he think she was?
He laughed and shook his head "I'm joking, not that I'd be complaining." At the death stare she cast him, he rose his hands "Joke milady."
"Milady?" She sniggered "How old are you?" She rolled her eyes as his old-fashioned nickname.
"Thirty-seven." He provided. "How old are you?"
"Weren't you ever told not to ask a woman her age?" She flung back.
"You asked me."
"I wasn't expecting an answer." She was loving this, the conversation was challenging and sarcastic, which was something she enjoyed tremendously.
"Well?"
"Year younger." She nodded.
"Thirty-six?"
"Shocked?"
"Astounded." He nodded. "Married?"
"No. You?"
"No. Boyfriend?" he asked.
"Not at the present. Have you?" This fast conversation was proving to be an easy way for them to get to know each other better.
"Well, he dumped me last week."
She looked at him wide eyed, he was gay? What? "Oh."
"Joke, no I don't have a girlfriend."
"Right." Ooh so he was single, perfect, not that she was just going to jump him in the elevator; but she could be persuaded to go out with him if he were to ask.
"So, why are you single?" He asked.
"Little personal don't you think?"
"Well, I'm interested."
"You're also presumptuous."
"What that you'd want to go on a date with me?"
"You're going to have to try harder than that."
He stood up and made his way towards her, she held her breath "What will it take?" He asked, gently pushing her against the wall. "For you to go on a date with me?" he asked, placing his hands on her waist. She should push him away, but she couldn't, she was frozen, her eyes locked with his. He moved one hand up to run through her hair. "I see it dried nicely."
"Yes, um wait what?"
"Your hair, the first time I bumped into you, you were drenched."
The first time? Oh shit, so she had bumped into him twice and tried to lock him out of an elevator, something that he thankfully hadn't brought up…
"It was still a little damp when you elevator blocked me."
And there it was. "Oh."
He laughed and shook his head "Rude."
"Well, you just seem to be in wrong place at the wrong time." She scoffed averting her eyes from his and slowly she grabbed his wrists and moved him away from her. "I don't remember giving you permission to touch me."
"Permission?"
"Yes."
"Well you didn't seem to be complaining a minute ago."
"Well I am now." She scowled at him. He was so, so smug and cocky and annoying and perfectly perfect. Urgh, she didn't have time for a relationship, all the relationships she'd ever had ended badly and she was sure that this one would also. She worked with him, or was going to work with him, this was doomed before it had begun; so she needed to fight it, fight away anything she felt for him.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable." He immediately recoiled, a guilty look on his face.
"Well you did." She narrowed her eyes on him "Do you just go around touching women you hardly know?" She internally kicked herself for digging the knife in deeper, he clearly already felt bad.
"No, not normally, but you are the most breathtakingly stunning woman I have ever seen and I'm afraid I just couldn't help myself your majesty." A smile appeared on his face, showing his dimples.
"What?"
"Your name."
So he spoke Latin, impressive, just another thing she was adding to the list in her head; no, she shouldn't even be entertaining the idea. She didn't need a man to be happy, her life wouldn't be defined by a man, even if he did have gorgeous eyes and muscled arms she just wanted to melt into. "Oh." She went back over to the control panel and pressed the intercom button "Jeffrey, how long is it going to be? I feel a little faint."
She felt his eyes shoot up from the floor to look at her as she said that.
"Miss, the fire crew just got here, they should be with you any minute."
"Okay, thank you." She dropped the button.
"Are you okay?" He asked, moving closer to her.
"Yes, tell them you feel ill and they get to you quicker." She smirked.
"Clever."
"Thank you." She shook her head and slid down the wall, so she was hovering just above the ground, her feet were aching.
"Wait, here." He took off his suit jacket and laid it on the floor for her to sit on.
She smiled at him, showing her teeth slightly. "Thanks." She sat on it closing her eyes.
"No problem." He sat down opposite her, their knees knocked together lightly. "I am sorry if I caused you any upset milady, I, I got a little carried away."
"Don't worry about it." She brushed her hair behind her ear, her stomach let out a low rumble and they both laughed.
"Hungry?"
"Starved."
"Well, I don't want to be presumptuous, but would you allow me to buy you breakfast when we get out of here?"
She bit her bottom lip "I think I could be persuaded, mind you, it will be lunch by the time we get out."
He chuckled at her "I don't think there is anyone I would like to be trapped in here with more."
She felt herself blushing, she had to agree with him on that one. She felt like a schoolgirl with a crush, but she wasn't a schoolgirl, she was a grown woman. "Well, if that is your attempt to flirt with me, you…"
"You're blushing." He laughed, his hand slipping to her knee.
"I, it's slightly warm in here."
"Mmm, whatever you say."
She stared at him, her eyes dropping to his lips, oh how she wanted to claim those lips as her own. She saw him leaning in and he was about to kiss her for the second time when her phone began ringing in her pocket, sighing, she decided she hated whoever was on the other side of that call. Looking at the screen she saw Tink's face. "Tink."
"Regina! You're alive! Are you okay? I'm outside the lift, they told me that you were trapped."
"I'm fine, stop yelling at me through the phone."
"Are you alone?"
"No, I'm not alone."
"Oh, ooh please tell me that you are in there with a hot guy, please."
"Tink, get back to work."
"Oh, just so you know, the fire crew don't want to rip the elevator apart, so, it's going to be, about an hour before we can get you out of there." She rushed.
"You have to be kidding me!" Robin's hand came to her leg again and the lights flickered, plunging them into darkness. "Tink get me the fuck out of this elevator right now!"
"Sorry babe, you told me to get back to work. Fyi, if you are in there with a hot guy, make the most of it, if you know what I mean and if not, there's always the firemen."
"You disgust me." Regina scoffed.
"Love you too."
Before she knew it the phone cut off. Regina looked in front of her, she had seen a horror film once where, one by one, people in a broken down lift were killed off, this occurred when the lights went off, oh god she wished she hadn't watched that film now. "Robin?"
"I'm here."
"Where else would you be?" She sniggered.
"You okay?"
"A little uneasy maybe." She breathed, she reached out and placed her hand on his knee, shuffling closer to him.
"Just so you know I'm not the murderer."
"What?"
"Have you seen that film where…"
"Yes I have." She shuddered.
"There are much better things to do when the lights go out."
"Robin." She gasped, but couldn't help let out a small chuckle. "What do you have in mind?" Oh god, why did she say that? She knew exactly what he had in mind and she had to say she did also.
He laughed "Well, if we can find my briefcase, I keep a flask in there."
"Oh." She nodded. "I don't daytime drink."
"Good job there's no sign of light then isn't it."
"Point taken, let's find the briefcase." She moved over, feeling around the floor of the lift. She leant across him and accidentally brushed her hand over his pants. "Sorry." She cringed.
"Not a problem, anytime milady." She shook her head and her hand came into contact with the handle of the briefcase, she flicked it open.
"Maybe I shouldn't." She shook her head, drinking on an empty stomach was probably not a great idea. She handed him the flask.
"Thanks." He took a swig. "Actually, do you know what, I have a croissant in my bag too. I didn't eat it from this morning."
"Oh."
He found it and passed it to her, she opened the bag and took a bite, she didn't usually let anyone see her eat pastry; that's what she told everyone her secret diet had a lack of and by everyone she meant Tink; but she was starving and he couldn't exactly see her could he. "Mmm."
"Good?"
"You have no idea."
"Mmm, yeah, well I had eaten half of one before this beautiful woman knocked into me and I dropped it."
"Oops, sorry, and now you are giving me your replacement."
"I'm sharing it, give us a bit." She broke a part off and tried to find his hand in the dark, which was unsuccessful. "Okay, just put it straight in the mouth." He laughed.
"Where's your mouth?" She asked, this was crazily funny.
"On my face last time I checked."
"Oh haha." She stated sarcastically, then she felt his lips kissing her wrist.
"Okay, what body part am I kissing right now?" He asked. "I hope it's you otherwise there's someone in here with us, maybe it's the old granny."
"Stop, not funny." She smacked him gently, thinking of the old woman in the horror film. "Not while we are in a broken down lift that is pitch black. She was creepy." Regina nodded and then remembered he couldn't see her.
"Well she was the devil Regina, she was supposed to be creepy."
"Sarcastic bastard." Oh the way he said her name.
"I think that's the nicest thing you have called me all day. Let me think, what have you called me today milady? Presumptuous…"
"Robin."
"Okay, okay, back to the first question, which body part am I kissing?" His lips attached to her wrist again.
"Nowhere interesting I can assure you."
"Where?"
"My wrist." She chuckled, he moved his lips down until he found her fingers and the piece of croissant within them, he ate it from her hand. "This is the weirdest thing I have ever done." It was totally turning her on, every time he spotted little kisses on her skin it set alight, sending sparks through her whole body.
"Oh, well you mustn't have a very exciting life then Miss Mills."
"No, I mustn't. Well how many times have you done this in a lift with a woman? Please tell me that I'm your first." She almost giggled.
"This particular action, yes." He laughed, dotting kisses down her arm. "If I follow your arm, I'm guessing that at some point I'll have to meet you lips right?"
"I'd have thought so." She smiled. "Where even are you?"
"What can't you feel that?"
"Feel what?" She joked, having to bite her lip. "I don't feel anything."
"Oh god the grannies with us." He stated in a sarcastic way that made her stomach flutter.
She burst out into a full laugh, leaning forward and kissing whichever part of him came into contact with her lips first, it just happened to be his shoulder.
"Ooh Miss Mills, what are you doing?"
"Stop, I need the bathroom." She chuckled. "And I am not going in this goddamn lift; that will happen if you make me laugh."
"Ooh we wouldn't want that." He shook his head. "Regina?"
"Yes?" She asked, having calmed down.
"I need to pee." He joked taking the mick out of her.
"Stop right now, it's really not funny."
Then they heard tapping "Hello!"
"Hi." Regina called back.
"Miss, we shouldn't be too long."
"Oh good."
"How many of you are there in there?"
"Just two."
"Guys could you hurry up; she needs to pee." Robin yelled, to which he received a whack from her.
"Shut it you, if you carry on like that I will not be going to lunch with you."
"You're coming to lunch? With me?"
"I, yes."
"Okay folks." A crack appeared in the door of the elevator and light streamed in, causing them both to squint. "Hello, having a little picnic are we?" One of the fire men asked.
"Excuse me." Regina stood up and bee lined for the door. "Thank you." She nodded at the men who had just rescued them. "I have to go." She left Robin sitting in the elevator alone.
She ran into her office, straight past Tink who was sat in her leather chair and into the adjoining bathroom, not even bothering to close the door.
"Wow, that is the height of sophistication." Tink chuckled as she began to spin in Regina's chair.
"Shut up, you try being trapped in an elevator when you already needed to go."
"Where's your pelvic flaw muscles?"
"They were seriously affected." She scoffed, thinking of Robin's non-stop humour. "You break that chair; you pay for that chair." She warned.
"I'm glad we reached the stage in our friendship where we feel comfortable to pee in front of each other." Tink smiled, swinging her legs as she looked at her friend.
"Ewe, stop making me feel weird." Regina rolled her eyes as Tink turned back to look out of the window. "We have been friends since we were five years old and in kindergarten; and do you know how many times I've literally had to hold you upright in club bathrooms? Not to mention we shared an apartment for nearly ten years."
"Urgh, before you went and bought you're white Malibu mansion."
"It's not in Malibu." She scoffed. "Anyway the point is that, I'm pretty sure we have both seen everything there is to see."
"Ooh yes, do you remember that one time I walked in and you and…"
"Yes do not remind me about that." She washed her hands and came back into her office "Up."
"What?"
"My seat." She rolled her eyes.
Tink's eyes went wide as she stared at her friend. "What?" Regina asked.
Tink pointed at her accusingly "Oh my god, you liar, you big fat liar."
"What?"
"You ate pastry!"
"I did no such thing." Oops, she had just been caught.
"What's that on your shirt then?" She picked the crumb off and shook her head "Croissant? Really, you ate a croissant?"
"No! I didn't."
"Liar."
"I'm not lying. It was more like half a croissant." She reasoned, that was the truth.
"Where did you get this croissant and more importantly who the hell had the other half?"
"Why does anyone have to have had the other half?"
"Oh god, did you just shag a guy in the elevator for that croissant?"
"You'd love that wouldn't you."
"Uh yeah!"
"Urgh, everything is about sex with you isn't it?"
"Um no, but at least I think about it sometimes, at least I'm not a dried up…"
"Ready to go to lunch?"
Tink's mouth dropped open as she looked at the guy in the doorway "Um, yes please." She stated, moving around the desk and perching on it, pulling her skirt up her leg a little.
"Sorry." Robin shrugged. "Although I would have been delighted to take you to lunch, I have already made plans with…"
"Me." Regina stated turning around and grabbing her bag. "He already has plans with me, so Katrina, if you would like to close your mouth and wipe the drool from it, that would be much appreciated. Oh and get your arse the hell off my desk." With that she picked up her spare coat off the hanger, in one smooth move she flung it over her shoulder before joining Robin at the door.
"Ready?" He asked, grinning at her.
"Yes." She smiled as they walked down the corridor.
Tink rushed to the door and when her friend turned around she mouthed "He has a nice arse." And put two thumbs up at her, clearly in approval of Robin.
"You were a bit harsh." He chuckled, looking up at her.
"What Tink? She's not just my assistant, she's my best friend."
"Ah, I hope it's not one of those friendships where you think that she's your friend, but secretly she's embezzling from your company."
Regina laughed out loud and shook her head "Hate to let you down, but we have been friends since we were five."
"Oh, so thirty-one years."
She rolled her eyes "Keep up like that and you'll be heading to lunch alone; but I'm sure my embezzling assistant would be more than happy to take my place."
"I'll think I'll stick with her sexy boss thanks."
"So forward." She tutted.
"I can't help it; beautiful women tend to do that to me."
"You're such a player." She scoffed. "Why did I agree to this again?"
"Because you want me."
"Ha, where did you get that from?"
"I think you were slightly jealous when the embezzler or Tink whatever her name is, tried it on with me."
"Don't flatter yourself."
"I'm wounded milady, but I will get your heart, you can be certain of that."
"Hmm, we'll see." She wasn't going to let him in just like that, she was going to make sure that he was right for her, although she had a sneaky feeling that he was exactly what she needed. He was going to have to woo her, and she wasn't wooed easily, not usually anyway. However, with each and every meeting she was becoming more and more affected by him, the way he had kissed her wrist in the lift, the way his breath had ghosted over her lips when she thought he was about to kiss her and that spark she felt every time they touched, even slightly, igniting a flame within her. She was determined to make him work for it, work for her, prove to her that his intentions were true.
So I hope you liked it, if you did, drop me a comment, let me know. :)
I'm not sure whether to do Robin's point of view or not, so let me know about that as well.
Thanks for reading! xxx