the mayor

dinner

EMMAS POV:

I walk up to her front door and take a deep breath. I don't want to embarrass myself anymore than I already have. I did kinda call her a bitch to her face and had a boner in her office. I don't know why I even agreed to this. There's no way she wants me here for anything good.

I nock on the door and hear heels taping against the wooden floor.
She opens the door and almost takes my breath away. She has on a tight black dress that stops at knee length.
"You look beautiful" I hold out a white rose that I picked out for her.."thank you" She blushes. She takes the flower and holds it up to her face to smell. She smiles. "You're welcome. I picked them out because they reminded me of you. Beautiful flowers for a beautiful woman." I smile she blushes one again. "Thank you miss swan"

"You can call me Emma if you would like." I laugh. "Id rather not" she smirks

"Please, come in." She says while stepping to the side. I walk in the house and stare everywhere. It's more beautiful from the first time I seen it. "You're house is amazing." I say following her to her kitchen.

"Thank you. My father gifted it to me. After I came out as pan my mother stopped talking to me, when I turned 18, my mother and I had had a fight and she convinced my father to kick me out. My father bought me this place, then she and him moved back mexico. I haven't talked to either one of them sence. " She says stoping at her kitchen island.

"I'm sorry to hear that. There missing out, you're a great person." I say smiling. "You think so? I'm pretty sure  you said your peers called me a bitch or was it hard ass? I forget. I've been called so many names." She says walking over to her wine cabinet.  "That's only because they know the work you. They don't know the woman I met last night. Who is kind, and sweet, and very smart." "I have to be mean at work. That's how I get things done. If I was kind, no one would listen to me." "You do make a valid point."

"Everyone either thinks my father bout me my job or I slept my way to it. I have to show power or they'll never listen"she sighs "They're just jealous. You're a very beautiful woman who is also incredibly smart." "Thank you, miss swan." She smiles. "Would you like red or white wine?" "Red, please." "Good, choice."

"Other than purple, red is the Superior color...and makes better wine." She winked at me. She walks over to me and hands me a glass of wine.

"What's for dinner?" I ask with a big smile. "I made my famous lasagna."
"It smells great." "Thank you. I do hope you like it. I've never had anyone say they didn't." "I can't wait to be one of the greats that's tasted your famous lasagna." I say gently grabbing her hand and kissing it.
I laugh and her stove dings. "Go sit in the dining room and I'll be in, in a little with the food." I nod and do as told.

After a few moments she walks in with two plates of the greatest smelling lasagna I've ever smelt. She sets one plate Infront of me then one across from me where she'll sit. " It looks amazing, thank you." "You're very welcome, it was my pleasure. I love to cook" she smiles.

I grab my fork then take a bite. Somehow it tastes better than it smells. "It's amazing. It's even better than I thought it would be." I laugh. "Than you, miss swan."

"As sexy as it sounds when you say swan, I'd love it if you call me Emma." "Ok, well Emma, tell me a little about yourself." She smiles. Her smile is so beautiful. "Well I'm 26 and currently the sheriff of a wonderful town that has a beautiful mayor." She laughs.
"What about you're childhood? I bet you were a cute kid."

"I didn't have much of a childhood." I say playing with my fork. "after my parents discovered I was a freak, they gave me up for adoption. No one wanted me so, I bounced from foster home to foster home until I turned 18. After that I found a place to stay and went to school for criminal justice. Then went to the academy and applied for the sheriff job here."

" I'm sorry about your childhood. You're not a freak. I hate that they make you think that." She says and reaches out to hold my hand. " Eh, it's cool. It's all in the past now." " Well, at least now I know I'm not the only one with fucked up parents." "Oo, the f bomb. Her Majesty is getting a little un classy." I laugh. "I slept with you the first day I met you. I think we both know I'm not classy." She laughs.

After a few hours of eating and talking she walks me to her front door and we say goodbye.

"Thank you for dinner." "You're welcome, it was fun. I'd love to do it again." She says."I would as well." She then leans in and  places a kiss on my cheek. "Goodbye, Emma. Have a nice night." "Goodbye, you too." She smiles and shuts the door.