Chapter Rating: PG... SHEEEE'S BAAAACCCKKKK
"Mommy, how come the wings of the airplane aren't flapping like the birds do when they fly?"
Olivia looked up from the report she was going over a final time and smiled at her curious daughter. She leaned over and rested her chin lightly on the top of Emma's head, which was pressed up against the small window. She pointed at the jets and did her best to give a suitable explanation. She was aware that there were a dozen funny answers that she could have come up with that would have sufficed for the time being, but she had early on maintained that she would always tell her daughter the truth when she inquired of her. To the extent that her little girl's youthful innocence and wonder of the world around her still remained intact – certain answers were, of course, being held off in full until she was older – Olivia didn't hold much back from her daughter.
They straightened themselves back around in their seats within the private jet that she had secured to transport herself, Emma, Emma's babysitter, Jane, and five of her most trusted advisers back to California. As soon as she knew that she would be heading West again, Olivia made the decision to bring Emma with her. She had, in the past, gone from one business trip to the other but had found the toll that it took on both of them to be too much to recuperate from when she was finally home.
Emma was the reason she worked so hard these last eight years. Emma was her purpose, the reason for many of the changes that had occurred in the woman sitting in that plane today. To be away from her again so soon was unimaginable. And, though she had prepared Emma that this wasn't really a vacation for mommy, they would be spending as much time together as possible, and she would be able to put her to bed and wake up together in the mornings.
Jane, of course, agreed to the trip as she was being offered double her pay for the hours that Emma wasn't alone with her mother in their hotel room.
Olivia glanced back to the folder that was over-flowing with the information that she was going to be using during her presentation with Mr. Rivera. Her eyes were getting tired and it was only 3 p.m. She had been up all night. Planning, processing, but for the most part being completely distracted by other thoughts.
Five days had passed since she'd flown out of LAX. Five days since she'd last laid eyes upon Natalia. Nearly a week since she'd left her in the hospital room and had done her best to leave all of the overwhelming emotions and desires in there with her. But when she had shut the door on the younger woman and walked away, the emotions seeped through the cracks and flowed down the hospital corridor. They followed her into the elevator and took her hand hostage, forcing her to call to the hotel and make sure someone would come and sit with Natalia in her room while she slept so that she wouldn't be alone. Made her ensure that the injured beauty had everything she would need at her fingertips so that she could convalesce with greater ease.
Five days was all it was supposed to take to acquire a hotel on the other side of the country. In five days, Boris could travel from their house to the corner store... 10 corners away. It was the amount of time Emma needed to finish her science project and the time it took to commit her 12 times table to memory. And it was just the right amount of time to cause Olivia to miss something she'd never had.
Decades. No one had ever caused such an innate physical and emotional response within her.
3 days. One person. The only person. One woman now invaded her waking thoughts and sensual dreams.
5 days. They had been out of each other’s presence longer than they had been within, and Olivia's entire being reminded her of its hatred of that fact.
2 more hours, and now she yearned for Natalia.
Over and over again, Olivia made a wholehearted attempt to steel herself to the idea that she was not going to pursue the issue this time around. She was not going back just to pick up where they had left off in whatever twisted little masochistic game of attraction and resistance that they had previously played.
She would never deny to whomever may ask that she was indeed hopelessly drawn to Natalia. That had been an obvious fact from the first day they had met – one that had also been firmly established in her Californian suite, five day ago. But though it was a fact, it certainly wasn't one that needed to be presented and most definitely not one that Olivia was going to allow to interfere with her mission this time around.
NO! She armored her thoughts with as much will-power as she had left. I am going back to California for ONE reason, and it isn't to be in the same room as Natalia... to kiss Natalia... to touch Natalia... oh god, to fuck Natalia... Her eyes closed and her breath caught in her throat. Several moments of the image forced her to bite her lower lip against the split-second ache before the intercom above crackled loudly, and the voice of the pilot informed them that they would be landing shortly.
The announcement had her reach over to ensure that her daughter's seat-belt was fastened snuggly before she moved to her own. It was at that point when she realized that her hands were trembling. She took a deep breath and buckled her own belt before she placed the shaking hands on each armrest and squeezed tightly, trying to dispel any other thoughts of the woman she would be facing again, very soon.
"I've never seen you so nervous to go down before Olivia," She opened her eyes towards the voice of one of her financial advisers and inwardly laughed at how appropriate his oblivious wording truly was. Following his gaze down to her death-grip on the armrests, she was thankfully glad that her inner turmoil could be easily passed off as a fear of landing.
"Well, you know Roger," she smiled weakly. "There's a first time for everything."
She closed her eyes once again and leaned back against the headrest.
Nothing and NO ONE is going interfere with my plan, she thought, trying once more to reinforce her defenses. A few more attempts and she ended up sighing deeply.
I am so screwed!
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She knew when Olivia would be arriving at the hotel: she had checked the schedule for the driver who was to be sent to pick her up from the airport. She knew what room Olivia would be staying in: she had checked the list of reservations that had been made three days ago. She knew the very moment in which she would be forced to face Olivia, trapped within the same room: she had been emailed the times for the upcoming meetings.
All of these things Natalia knew. What she did not know, however, was what evil little plot Olivia was scheming against her this time.
For Natalia, knowledge was power, and the lack thereof was petrifying.
She decided that this time she wasn't going to make any mistakes and let her guard down. She was no longer going to spend her time wishing that she and Olivia had met under different circumstances. No more pining over what might have been had they not been pitted against each other as sworn enemies. They were on two separate sides of the battlefield. No amount of physical attraction was going to change that. Wanting to recreate the all-too-brief moment in Olivia's suite was one thing, but actually doing so would be detrimental to her fight to retain ownership of her hotel.
She would stay away from Olivia whenever she didn't need to be near her. She helped along this effort by switching Olivia's room reservation from the suite across the hall from hers to one in another wing of the hotel.
It's still a nice large room, what will she care?
She would repel Olivia. She would avoid her. And she would do so starting right now. She knew that Olivia would be arriving at the hotel within a half an hour. She herself was going to leave the premises. She didn't want to be anywhere near the building when Olivia arrived. She would just go looking for her and she knew it. She would seek out a confrontation with the older woman, and it would end badly for both of them.
She tucked her purse under her arm, left her suite and headed for the elevator.
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Olivia thought she would just head straight up to the room. Tired and depleted, she just wanted to get her and Emma's things unpacked and relax on a large bed in a cooled room. When she got to the front desk to collect the passkeys for her and her entourage, the front desk alerted her that there had been a change of the room she had registered. Finding out that she had actually been removed from the same wing, she knew exactly who was behind the switch.
She told Jane to take Emma to her own room and wait for her to pick Emma up when she straightened everything out. Jane did as she was asked and escorted the little girl up the stairs to the elevators. Olivia spent the next several minutes explaining to the now white-faced concierge that if she wasn't returned to the room she had been previously arranged to be staying in then he would be needing to update his resume by the days end, of that he could be certain.
When everything had been re-instated to its natural order, Olivia made her way up the stairs and headed down the corridor.
Natalia exited the elevator and made her way around the corner into the public hallway instead of going out the side exit. She pushed the door open and walked through it.
Within two feet she looked up. She saw her.
Spencer.
Both women stopped, twenty feet from one another. Too close. Not close enough. Their eyes had met and so it was too late for Natalia to run back into the private exit-way.
Olivia was the first one to break from her trance and move slowly towards the other woman. Seeing her coming, Natalia also moved. She focused her eyes on something just passed Olivia and she never took her eyes off of it as they approached each other.
Olivia opened her mouth to address Natalia, but before they were just in front of each other, Natalia quickly shifted to the side and continued passed the older woman, bumping her shoulder roughly into Olivia's arm and nudging her to the side as she passed.
Olivia stumbled slightly and turned around quickly to see Natalia stride confidently away from her. Anger rose within her, replacing the private elation she had momentarily experienced at seeing those gorgeous brown eyes once again. She moved into an opened elevator and forced herself to stay inside of it instead of tearing down the hallway and overtaking the other hotelier in a fit of fury.
So this is how it's going to be, Natalia? she thought, her nerves finally fortifying themselves in thick ice. The last of her concern over professionalism and propriety dwindled away.
Bring it, Bitch!
"Mommy, how come the wings of the airplane aren't flapping like the birds do when they fly?"
Olivia looked up from the report she was going over a final time and smiled at her curious daughter. She leaned over and rested her chin lightly on the top of Emma's head, which was pressed up against the small window. She pointed at the jets and did her best to give a suitable explanation. She was aware that there were a dozen funny answers that she could have come up with that would have sufficed for the time being, but she had early on maintained that she would always tell her daughter the truth when she inquired of her. To the extent that her little girl's youthful innocence and wonder of the world around her still remained intact – certain answers were, of course, being held off in full until she was older – Olivia didn't hold much back from her daughter.
They straightened themselves back around in their seats within the private jet that she had secured to transport herself, Emma, Emma's babysitter, Jane, and five of her most trusted advisers back to California. As soon as she knew that she would be heading West again, Olivia made the decision to bring Emma with her. She had, in the past, gone from one business trip to the other but had found the toll that it took on both of them to be too much to recuperate from when she was finally home.
Emma was the reason she worked so hard these last eight years. Emma was her purpose, the reason for many of the changes that had occurred in the woman sitting in that plane today. To be away from her again so soon was unimaginable. And, though she had prepared Emma that this wasn't really a vacation for mommy, they would be spending as much time together as possible, and she would be able to put her to bed and wake up together in the mornings.
Jane, of course, agreed to the trip as she was being offered double her pay for the hours that Emma wasn't alone with her mother in their hotel room.
Olivia glanced back to the folder that was over-flowing with the information that she was going to be using during her presentation with Mr. Rivera. Her eyes were getting tired and it was only 3 p.m. She had been up all night. Planning, processing, but for the most part being completely distracted by other thoughts.
Five days had passed since she'd flown out of LAX. Five days since she'd last laid eyes upon Natalia. Nearly a week since she'd left her in the hospital room and had done her best to leave all of the overwhelming emotions and desires in there with her. But when she had shut the door on the younger woman and walked away, the emotions seeped through the cracks and flowed down the hospital corridor. They followed her into the elevator and took her hand hostage, forcing her to call to the hotel and make sure someone would come and sit with Natalia in her room while she slept so that she wouldn't be alone. Made her ensure that the injured beauty had everything she would need at her fingertips so that she could convalesce with greater ease.
Five days was all it was supposed to take to acquire a hotel on the other side of the country. In five days, Boris could travel from their house to the corner store... 10 corners away. It was the amount of time Emma needed to finish her science project and the time it took to commit her 12 times table to memory. And it was just the right amount of time to cause Olivia to miss something she'd never had.
Decades. No one had ever caused such an innate physical and emotional response within her.
3 days. One person. The only person. One woman now invaded her waking thoughts and sensual dreams.
5 days. They had been out of each other’s presence longer than they had been within, and Olivia's entire being reminded her of its hatred of that fact.
2 more hours, and now she yearned for Natalia.
Over and over again, Olivia made a wholehearted attempt to steel herself to the idea that she was not going to pursue the issue this time around. She was not going back just to pick up where they had left off in whatever twisted little masochistic game of attraction and resistance that they had previously played.
She would never deny to whomever may ask that she was indeed hopelessly drawn to Natalia. That had been an obvious fact from the first day they had met – one that had also been firmly established in her Californian suite, five day ago. But though it was a fact, it certainly wasn't one that needed to be presented and most definitely not one that Olivia was going to allow to interfere with her mission this time around.
NO! She armored her thoughts with as much will-power as she had left. I am going back to California for ONE reason, and it isn't to be in the same room as Natalia... to kiss Natalia... to touch Natalia... oh god, to fuck Natalia... Her eyes closed and her breath caught in her throat. Several moments of the image forced her to bite her lower lip against the split-second ache before the intercom above crackled loudly, and the voice of the pilot informed them that they would be landing shortly.
The announcement had her reach over to ensure that her daughter's seat-belt was fastened snuggly before she moved to her own. It was at that point when she realized that her hands were trembling. She took a deep breath and buckled her own belt before she placed the shaking hands on each armrest and squeezed tightly, trying to dispel any other thoughts of the woman she would be facing again, very soon.
"I've never seen you so nervous to go down before Olivia," She opened her eyes towards the voice of one of her financial advisers and inwardly laughed at how appropriate his oblivious wording truly was. Following his gaze down to her death-grip on the armrests, she was thankfully glad that her inner turmoil could be easily passed off as a fear of landing.
"Well, you know Roger," she smiled weakly. "There's a first time for everything."
She closed her eyes once again and leaned back against the headrest.
Nothing and NO ONE is going interfere with my plan, she thought, trying once more to reinforce her defenses. A few more attempts and she ended up sighing deeply.
I am so screwed!
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She knew when Olivia would be arriving at the hotel: she had checked the schedule for the driver who was to be sent to pick her up from the airport. She knew what room Olivia would be staying in: she had checked the list of reservations that had been made three days ago. She knew the very moment in which she would be forced to face Olivia, trapped within the same room: she had been emailed the times for the upcoming meetings.
All of these things Natalia knew. What she did not know, however, was what evil little plot Olivia was scheming against her this time.
For Natalia, knowledge was power, and the lack thereof was petrifying.
She decided that this time she wasn't going to make any mistakes and let her guard down. She was no longer going to spend her time wishing that she and Olivia had met under different circumstances. No more pining over what might have been had they not been pitted against each other as sworn enemies. They were on two separate sides of the battlefield. No amount of physical attraction was going to change that. Wanting to recreate the all-too-brief moment in Olivia's suite was one thing, but actually doing so would be detrimental to her fight to retain ownership of her hotel.
She would stay away from Olivia whenever she didn't need to be near her. She helped along this effort by switching Olivia's room reservation from the suite across the hall from hers to one in another wing of the hotel.
It's still a nice large room, what will she care?
She would repel Olivia. She would avoid her. And she would do so starting right now. She knew that Olivia would be arriving at the hotel within a half an hour. She herself was going to leave the premises. She didn't want to be anywhere near the building when Olivia arrived. She would just go looking for her and she knew it. She would seek out a confrontation with the older woman, and it would end badly for both of them.
She tucked her purse under her arm, left her suite and headed for the elevator.
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Olivia thought she would just head straight up to the room. Tired and depleted, she just wanted to get her and Emma's things unpacked and relax on a large bed in a cooled room. When she got to the front desk to collect the passkeys for her and her entourage, the front desk alerted her that there had been a change of the room she had registered. Finding out that she had actually been removed from the same wing, she knew exactly who was behind the switch.
She told Jane to take Emma to her own room and wait for her to pick Emma up when she straightened everything out. Jane did as she was asked and escorted the little girl up the stairs to the elevators. Olivia spent the next several minutes explaining to the now white-faced concierge that if she wasn't returned to the room she had been previously arranged to be staying in then he would be needing to update his resume by the days end, of that he could be certain.
When everything had been re-instated to its natural order, Olivia made her way up the stairs and headed down the corridor.
Natalia exited the elevator and made her way around the corner into the public hallway instead of going out the side exit. She pushed the door open and walked through it.
Within two feet she looked up. She saw her.
Spencer.
Both women stopped, twenty feet from one another. Too close. Not close enough. Their eyes had met and so it was too late for Natalia to run back into the private exit-way.
Olivia was the first one to break from her trance and move slowly towards the other woman. Seeing her coming, Natalia also moved. She focused her eyes on something just passed Olivia and she never took her eyes off of it as they approached each other.
Olivia opened her mouth to address Natalia, but before they were just in front of each other, Natalia quickly shifted to the side and continued passed the older woman, bumping her shoulder roughly into Olivia's arm and nudging her to the side as she passed.
Olivia stumbled slightly and turned around quickly to see Natalia stride confidently away from her. Anger rose within her, replacing the private elation she had momentarily experienced at seeing those gorgeous brown eyes once again. She moved into an opened elevator and forced herself to stay inside of it instead of tearing down the hallway and overtaking the other hotelier in a fit of fury.
So this is how it's going to be, Natalia? she thought, her nerves finally fortifying themselves in thick ice. The last of her concern over professionalism and propriety dwindled away.
Bring it, Bitch!
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