Chapter 2

"Natalia!" Olivia wasn't able to get out of that damn dress and since the latina didn't respond she was freaking out, "NATALIA!"

"Yes, Olivia?"

"What?" the older woman barked.

"I don't know...you were screaming my name," the latina's head showed up behind the curtain of the changing room.

"You are not supposed to call me Olivia. For you it's Miss Spencer," the former hotelier stated firmly.

"Fine, Miss Spencer. How about you call me Miss Rivera then?"

"You are kidding me, right?" Olivia's voice was one big growl.

"No, not at all," the latina was about to leave.

"We'll talk about that later...and now help me out of this dress..."

The older woman's commanding tone was too much and Natalia stepped back.

"Natalia?" Olivia got even more furious, "NATALIA!"

But when there still was no reply she finally decided for another tactic.
Hell, that was one stubborn latina.

"Good God...fine. Natalia, would you please help me to get our of this dress?" she tried to sound friendly, but wasn't sure if she succeeded.

"Of course, Olivia," the latina answered, faking a smile.

Entering the changing room, seeing the older woman in that amazingly beautiful white gown, made the latina speechless for a moment. Standing behind her, opening Olivia's dress slowly, Natalia recognized those stunning green eyes, which were starring at her out of the mirror.
A shiver ran down the older woman's spine by the simple movement of the latina's hand, but neither Olivia nor the raven haired woman thought anything of it.
Once she was out of the dress, wearing nothing but her underwear, she turned round to face Natalia, who held her breath in surprise.

"So, about you calling me Olivia..."

"Yes?"

"You are working for me. Means you don't get to call me that. Understand?" the older woman gave her a stern and intense look.

"I understand. But then you have to understand that you are going to call me Miss Rivera," the latina contered, all serious.

"I'll call you whatever I want to 'cause I pay you," Olivia's voice was harsh.

"And you guess that gives you the right to treat me like a slave? Well, then I have news for you," looking the former hotelier straight in the eyes Natalia stated, "It. Does. Not."

"Do you know who I am? I have you fired within a heartbeat..." Olivia countered.

"Feel free to do so, but I promise you that you won't find anybody who can do a better job on your wedding than me," the latina started to walk away, but turned round after a few steps to add, "Oh, and you, Olivia, are a bitch. Unbelievably beautiful, but cold. Unapproachable and feared. And a bitch."

The older woman stood there, at a loss of words.
Nobody had ever talked to her like that. Who did this Natalia Rivera think she was? But somehow she had liked that somebody stood up to her for once. It was a completely new experience and she was fascinated by the raven haired woman, who had dared to do so.

The latina was breathing hard, standing right in front of the exclusive dressmaker's studio. No way she could have stayed in there with Olivia any longer.
What has gotten into me? I called her a bitch! I called Olivia Spencer a bitch! Josh will fire me - for sure. Well, I would too if I would be in his position.

Natalia felt the urge to cry, but got ripped out of her thoughts only a second later.

"So, you think I'm beautiful, huh?" Olivia's voice was low and the latina jumped in surprise.

"Uh...I mean...what I meant..." the latina actually wasn't sure what she had meant. Or why she had said it in the first place.

"Yes, Natalia?" Olivia looked at her provokingly.

"Nothing. You are a very beautiful woman, Miss Spencer. That's why I can't believe that you are..."

"Such a bitch?" the older woman wanted to know, sounding a bit amused.

The raven haired woman dropped her head, "I'm sorry for that."

"Don't be. It's true," the former hotelier laughed.

"Maybe. But it's not up to me to judge you."

Walking away slowly, she watched the latina standing for a moment, maybe a moment too long even, "Forget about it."
Who cared about one stubborn Natalia Rivera when the rest of the world would jump from a bridge if she would want them to, but somehow she couldn't leave the latina like that, "Hey, you coming? I'm starving. And call me Olivia."

That statement had them both shocked. The older woman probably even more than Natalia.
Call me Olivia? Whoa, what was that?