Seduction

Seduction (1/3)

Regina swirls her straw lazily around the clear liquid in her glass, ice cubes clinking with the circular motion as she studies the man behind the bar. It's a nice little place he's got here, she thinks to herself. Nothing overly hip or modern, as her tastes tend to lean toward, but quaint, comfortable. There's a lively atmosphere with the constant stream of music and chatter mixing but not loud enough to be obnoxious. She watches him pour another drink and set it down in front of the pretty petite brunette standing at the bar with a charming smile. Those dimples are killer.

The thought takes her a bit by surprise. There is definitely an instant sort of attraction, in a purely physical way, that doesn't always happen while she's on a job. But if she's going to seduce him, at least he's a good looking mark. She's been hired by a man called Nottingham, a member of the Irish mafia (not that it's any of Regina's business what he does, as long as she gets paid at the end of the day). And apparently this Robin is in possession of a rather incriminating disk, something the mob leader is quite anxious to get back. All she has to do is get close enough to him to find and steal it.

Robin Locksley. Thirty-two. Single. Owner of The Major Oak. An upstanding citizen, from all appearances, but a man with an apparently checkered past of thievery. Interesting. Regina can't help but admit that she's intrigued by the disconnect between the man she's currently observing and the one Nottingham had described when he'd hired her. Which, she wonders, is the true Robin Locksley?

Not that it makes a bit of difference for what she has to do, but Regina can admit to herself she is rather looking forward to finding out the answer.

She's situated herself at a table in the back corner, somewhere she can observe everything without drawing too much attention to herself. Robin's coming around the end of the bar now though, making his rounds about the tables and checking up on everyone. There are a few other servers running about, but it's clear that he's in charge, that he cares enough to personally ensure his customers are happy. Regina eyes her nearly empty glass and swirls her straw around the ice a few more times.

When he walks over to her table, that dimpled smile plastered on his face, Regina feels her stomach jump. An unusual reaction, but she chooses to ignore the feeling.

"Can I get you a refill, milady?" he asks her, and oh god, the accent. She'd done her usual research going into this job, knows that he was originally born in England before moving to the states in his early twenties. Still, nothing could have prepared her for the way her body responds to the melodic lilt of his voice, how her blood quickens and she feels that familiar sharp tug of desire deep in her belly.

Letting on nothing, Regina returns his smile with one of her own and she sees the spark of interest come into Robin's gaze.

"That would be lovely, thank you," she responds, handing him her empty glass. "A vodka tonic." Regina looks up at him from under her lashes, placing her elbow on the table and resting her chin lightly on her curled fingers. "You have a charming place here."

Robin's smile widens, switches from one of interest to pride. "Thank you." he tells her. "It's nothing fancy but we like to think people have a good time while they're here."

Her eyes meet his and hold, a tingle running over Regina's skin that she tries to ignore. What is wrong with her? She's never had this sort of instant reaction to someone she's been hired to seduce before. In her line of work, it's vital that she separate all personal feelings from those required to perform her duties. "It's my first time here, but I am enjoying myself thoroughly so far." she assures him. "You're the owner then, I take it?"

"I am indeed," He confirms. "And glad to hear it. Let me get you that drink." Robin leaves her with a wink, turning to head back to the bar. Regina watches him go, can't help but feel amused with his departure. He makes her drink personally, murmurs something to the other man tending the bar that has the young bartender's gaze flickering over to where she sits before he grins and says something that causes Robin to chuckle and shake his head. Interesting...