2 ✨ Chapter 2 ✨

"Come on Ivy! You can't hide in the bathroom forever!" His voice cracked from the other side of the door, the sound of his fast breathing made my heart race faster and faster, "Ivy!" He banged on the door again, causing it to shake on its hinges, I jumped at the sudden noise.

I pulled my knees closer towards my chest, rocking back and forth in the bath. He's going to get in.

"Come on Ivy!"

"No!" I cried, letting my tears comfort me, "No, no, no, no,"

"No!" I shoot my head up as though I heard a gunshot go off, looking around at my surroundings and patting myself to make sure I was awake.

My head was wet with sweat, my hair sticking to the back of my neck like it was painted with super glue. My breathing was all over the place, fast and then slow, deep and shallow.

Being in my office somehow reassured me, I wasn't back there again...I'm safe.

Quickly, I regained my confidence and drank at least half of my water bottle before starting to readjust myself. Slowly but surely my breathing got back to normal and I no longer felt like I was on fire.

From the corner of my eye, I catch a sticky note on my clipboard and then beside me was the red bag I had left in Olive's car.

I unstuck the note and read it aloud to myself.

Next time don't forget your shit. Olive.

Ps: You owe me another hour after work, sleeping during hours is against my work regime.

I could almost imagine her scribbling down the note whilst angrily cursing at me, she was so pissed yesterday. Even thinking about it made me upset, she left me in that market, alone, angry and most of all in pain.

My blisters cried as I remember the feeling of walking in heels for two hours before finally deciding to suck it up and walk barefoot, I'd cried all night and barely got any sleep. I guess that explains why I'm sleeping during my work hours.

I checked the time and my mouth gaped open realising that it was 3:30 pm ...half an hour until the end of my workday! I hastily opened my laptop and saw all the unopened emails I had left, "Damn it," I muttered, but as I read the user they were mostly from Olive.

TateOlive1995: Oi gingerbread, come to my office.

TateOlive1995: Come to my office.

TateOlive1995: Hello?!?

Jesus this woman is needy, her office is right next to mine...if she needs me she can come get me herself. With a stretch and a yawn, I pull myself up from my desk chair and make my way towards her office just down the hall.

I knock once, twice and then a third time when she finally answered, "Come in," Her tone was stringent but it was suggestive as though she was waiting for someone important, I hesitated and felt the need to address myself.

"I-It's me,"

Olive's giggle came to my ears as she replied, "I know,"  

Gradually, I opened the door and almost felt my breath knock out of me. Olive, who was wearing a tube top with some dressy high waisted pants and to top it off a navy blazer to fit with her bottoms, sat comfortably on her desk with her arms crossed and her hair trailing down just under her breasts.

"Wow," I whisper, luckily quiet enough without her hearing me.

Her left leg was crossed over her right and her blazer fell behind her revealing beautiful tan skin from her chest down just above her navel.

"Had a nice nap?" She asked, popping the p on her last word. I knew she was annoyed with me; her face had it all written down.

"I-I'm sorry," I apologised, avoiding having eye contact with her because I knew that if I did she'd probably make me blush again and I'm still so angry with her from yesterday.

Wait. Why was I even apologising? She was the one that left me helpless and alone in that market, she should be the one apologising to me.

I lifted my face to her but felt my words choke me as she was now walking over towards me, her wedge heels clicking against the floor.

"W-What are you doing?" I asked, stepping back and feeling the door handle jab me in the back.

Olive placed her hands in her blazer pockets and looked away as though she was shy, "I um...I'm sorry," She mumbled.

My eyes widened as I heard the words from her mouth but decided to tease her whilst she was vulnerable, "What? I didn't hear what you said,"

She clicked her tongue, removing her hands from her pocket and walking back to her desk, "Whatever, if you didn't hear it then it's not worth repeating,"

For a second I saw a small smile creep at her lips but it disappeared when she sat back on her desk, "Tonight I have a dinner meeting with a client about next seasons clothes line," She looked at me in the eyes, holding our look before speaking again, "I want you to come,"

"Want me to? Or need me to," I chirped, folding my arms.

Olive bit at her bottom lip as she focused on my eyes, then my black A-line dress.

"Take it as you will," She shrugged and we stood in silence for what seemed like hours constantly hearing her clock tick in the background.

"What are you still doing here, you have an hour of work left," She taunted, tapping on her watch face.

"I thought it was usually only half an hour we had to stay,"

Olive grunted, "Yeah well you drool in your sleep so I added another half an hour," She gave a forced smile before nodding towards the door for me to leave.

Before I left I heard her yell, "Dinner is at 7 pm at Katz Delicatessen! I'll pick you up,"

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"Dinner? With her? Hoe she left you yesterday and now you're going to dinner," Jada paced in my bedroom before stopping in front of me and aggressively shaking my shoulders, "I'm going to kill you, where's my wooden spoon,"

I couldn't help but laugh at Jada as she frantically threw words at my face, "Calm down, she's my boss...I have to go,"

"Yeah well that's just bullshit, I say wait until she gets here and cancel," My best friend nodded proudly at her conclusion, smiling wryly at me.

"I didn't come to you to be lectured, I came to get advice on what to wear!"

Jada huffed angrily, "Fine. Wait here,"

I sat silently for a few minutes before she came back with a huge peach ball gown in her arms, "Here," She heaved, throwing it over me.

"The hell! I'm going to look like candy floss,"

Jada smirked, "Maybe then Olive will eat-,"

"Shut it!" I growled, standing up with the dress and walking out before she could even finish her sentence.

As I placed on the dress I could feel the soft material touch my skin as though I was made from clouds, it was pretty low at the front and I had tried pulling it up but to no avail, it stayed as it was.

I felt somehow confident in what I was wearing, as though I could face the world in it.

"If we weren't like sisters, I'd date you," Jada murmured, obviously checking me out in the dress, "Damn I should wear that more,"

From the bathroom, we heard car wheels pull up outside and the noise of a car door shutting.

"Oh crap, how do I look?"

"Fuckable,"

"No seriously!"

My roommate sighed one last time before speaking, "You look great,"

I decided to wear my black flats and walked out of the door to see Olive waiting at the car door, she was dressed in an all-black suit with a grey trench coat that she had her hands stuffed in.

Her eyes didn't leave me as I walked down the steps towards her, that same smirk came back to her face again. Luckily it was dark so she couldn't see my rosy cheeks that she had inflicted on me.

"Wow ginger-," She stopped halfway through her nickname of me, pursing her lips together, "You look amazing, Ivy,"

The way her accent dressed my name, making it sound hot and personal. This time I knew she could see my blush because a mischievous grin surfaced her red lips.

Without saying anything she opened the car door and let me in, the familiar smell of leather hit my nose.

She slid in next to me and turned to see that I was staring at her.

"Ready?" She asked, turning on the car and driving off.

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The client was already there when we had arrived, sipping at a glass of bourbon and going through paperwork laid out on the table.

The room smelt of burning candles but I wasn't judging.

Olive pulled out my seat and we sat down to begin our meeting.

The woman seemed a lot like Olive in a way that she was very serious and seemed to care a lot about her work.

"Next seasons clothes line is very important, people are excited about your upcoming pieces. You need to sort it out," The woman demanded, paying no attention to me as I sat drinking down whatever beverage was in my glass.

I turned to Olive who had her hands pressed to her mouth in a praying motion, "I know, I know,"

What was the point of me even being here? Nowhere in this meeting am I needed.

"Is this one of your models?" The woman pointed her pen at me, finally glancing my way.

With furrowed brows I turned to Olive again, a model? Me?

No-

"Yes, she is," Olive said as though she was reading my thoughts, she just lied to her coworker.

"I-," I began but Olive's hand moved overtop mine, gripping down on it to stop me speaking. My body shivered with the feeling of her skin on mine, the softness of her hand was amazing.

"How do you feel about Miss Tate's work?" She asked, looking from me to her paper and then back.

"Um, I-," Stuttering was not what needed to happen, I was so nervous, "It's good," Was all I could get out before feeling like I was going to vomit in my mouth.

Olive quietly snickered beside me, causing me to nudge her with my elbow.

"Just good?"

I nod, pretending that I wasn't currently shaking out my skin and dying on the inside.

Olive turned to me and decided to jump in, "My models don't get on private matters of my work, you should know that. Right, Lucy?"

The room grew a sudden tension, a vein popping in Lucy's forehead, "We agreed on formal terms now, Miss Tate," She retorted, folding over her worksheets and proceeded to sip from her glass once again.

They went back and forth for another three hours, debating colour swatches, fabrics and so on.

"Thanks for meeting up with me," Olive politely noted, shaking Lucy's hand and watching her leave the restaurant. She exhaled deeply and slumped down on her chair, "Thank fuck for that, were you bored?"

"N-No!"

"Don't lie to me," She growled, shooting her eyes to mine.

"Yes extremely bored that I started seeing how long I could hold the ice from my drink in my mouth,"

Olive snorted, bringing her hand up to her mouth to hide her smile.

She stood from her chair and guided me back towards the car to go back home, her hand was placed on the open part of the back of my dress.

I need to stop feeling like this.

We drove home in silence, I looked out the window at the might New York sky and without my permission my eyes started to close, getting heavier and heavier by the second.

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"Gingerbread!" Olive's voice shook me awake and I found myself waking up to almost falling out the car door, luckily, Olive held my arm and helped me out the vehicle.

"You're a lightweight,"

"No! You!" I chirped, hiccuping like a child, "Who did that?" I asked, giggling along with my boss who couldn't control her laughter.

"Okay, there sport," She heaved, holding me at the waist and taking me upstairs to my front door.

Jada opened up and widened her eyes to see me in the arms of my boss, "Oh shit, give her here," Jada demanded, taking me in.

"Hey, gingerbread-," Before Olive could even finish her sentence, her phone cut her short and as she looked at it her facial expression contorted, I've never seen her look so concerned.

"I have to go,"

She didn't even say goodbye before speeding off back down to her car and driving off faster than the wind.

"She left you again, and the saga continues,"

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A/N:

Heyyyy, Olive is a sweetheart but like she keeps going awayyyy. Whhhhyyyyy?!

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