Behind Closed Doors

Chapter Ten

"What about me?" Emma quizzically asks, her gaze drifting back and forth between the two sisters as she cautiously steps into the office.

Utter humiliation accompanied by a surge of anxiety swallows Regina whole because all her mind can trip over, is how much of the conversation Emma overheard? Of course, today is the first time she didn't hear those dreadful boots trampling outside her office. She pleads to whomever hasn't written her off yet, that the sheriff didn't hear Zelena comparing her to the pirate.

"Speaking of the Savior, look at that...here in Regina's office," Zelena smugly insinuates as she peers up at Emma from her seated position and leans just a tad closer. "Of course you are, where else would you be?" She whispers, causing the sheriff's head to snap back in bewilderment while Regina's fiery magic pleads to be released.

She knew she shouldn't have said anything to her wicked sister.

Emma gently sets down the cups of coffee upon Regina's desk all while scrutinizing Zelena with a very puzzled look upon her face.

"Any who," her sister chirps, like she didn't just stir the pot, "we were just discussing how selfish you are for not having a bachelorette party. Maybe there are some women in this town who would like to have a night out to enjoy themselves!" She bitterly retorts while fighting against her daughter who is reaching for Emma.

And Regina really wishes the image of her niece wanting the woman she is in love with, wouldn't kick start her heart is such a way.

Emma's pale bottom lip pouts as she breathes out a small chuckle, shaking her head in amusement. "I'm not having naked men grind on me, so the girls in this town have an excuse to get hammered."

"Ah, yes," Zelena cynically fires back, "but of course you wouldn't want naked men dancing around you," she delivers with humor, forcing Regina's eyes to flutter closed to regain her composure before she blasts the redhead across the room.

Never has Regina ever felt so unbearably uncomfortable, nor has she ever experienced beads of sweat forming at her hairline. And it is all because she is mortified at the idea of her sister selling her out.

"Zelena," she needs to interrupt and stop the madness before this all explodes in her face. "Emma and I have wedding plans to discuss, I doubt you want to stay for that. I'll catch up with you later."

Zelena rolls her eyes directly at her sister before she flashes Emma a wicked grin, knowing they have no intentions of discussing the wedding. She stands tall, full of confidence and well-pleased with herself. She adjusts Robin on her hip and leans her across the desk, so Regina can gift her with a sweet kiss to her chubby cheek.

As she struts toward the door, she waves carelessly behind her. "Ta-ta ladies!"

The moment she disappears, Regina rushes out of her chair and dashes toward the door, locking it up tight before someone else rudely interrupts.

She breathes out a heavy sigh and rests her forehead against the door, so thankful nothing was revealed.

"Hey," Emma murmurs as she places a delicate hand upon her shoulder. "You, okay?" Regina nods while she breathes slowly to control her temper. "Well, what did she want?" She proceeds to interrogate because as much as Zelena has changed and she wants to believe she has for Regina's sake, she's still on high alert when that witch is around.

"Other than to annoy me? Nothing," Regina scoffs before she pushes herself off the door and saunters toward the couch.

She elegantly perches herself at the edge, nervously crossing one ankle over the other. Her nerves are strung out at this point, so she places her palms on her thighs in a lame attempt to keep herself from fidgeting with her fingers. She doesn't want to seem nervous or affected too much by the discussion that she knows will break her.