It came on a Monday morning, an invitation to meet, scrawled on a Starbucks cup with a smiley face, in black marker, Miranda read and chose to ignore it. Not to acknowledge the sender ever.
Emily had practically gone into histrionics, stammering at failing to explain at how it was on her order.
Knew her order still. Miranda's piping hot coffee order, of one no-foam skimmed latte with an extra shot and three drip coffees with room for milk.
The sender of this was still without a doubt the lowest most irritating disappointing person she'd ever encountered in Manhattan. That friendly little wave on the sidewalk. Made her cringe, Miranda still shook her head at it and the waver. One brown eyed creature who made her feel all the definitions of exasperated.
Sipping it anyway, warmth sliding down her throat, blue eyes darkened on thoughts of her.
Meet her. Why ever would she do that? Placing her glasses back on, going over proofs.
Andrea could wait till hell freezes over for her to join her for coffee. Just because she gave that silly warm Midwesterner a reference didn't mean she forgave Paris.
What on earth did she mean forgiveness for the cost of a latte?
The less she thought about Andréa Sachs the better.
Drinking it and binning it.
That wave on the sidewalk curb was the last she was seeing or thinking of Andréa.
Miranda dismissed Emily at 9 tonight, she would wait for The Book herself. Had no commitments tonight.
Cassidy and Caroline were staying at their grandparents' house in Westchester this week, she could be late, and no one was there at her townhouse waiting for her just Patricia and maybe a small slice of her housekeeper Francesca's French vanilla cheesecake.
The divorce was final as of last week. Stephen that faxing her divorce papers during the busiest time in her career, pathological ambivalent narcissist didn't contest, wanted to it to be over quickly.
Being married to her must be unbearable and subscribing to waterboarding.
Another divorce for Page Six.
If only she could find someone mature, solid and stable and available oh and not a drunk, or irredeemably screwed up womaniser. Not think only with his trouser snake. Also be a cuddler with nice eyes wouldn't be too much to ask for. Would it?
Andy Sachs sat waiting for another hour. Waiting for her. Staring at her phone, turning her dark burnished chestnut head around as she stared out of the window as the rush of people tonight.
Picking up her order, a large cup steaming and bringing her tongue into the whipped fresh cream on top of the hot dark chocolate, mmm... Yummy, as she licked it, enjoying it, slowly tasting its creamy frothy sweetness.
If a silvery haired Editor came up to her right now, Andy was sure she'd see she had a whipped cream moustache, probably raise a withering haughty brow at how childish Andy was, picking up the phone for the third time in the last five minutes, defined arching brown brows furrowed, looking again out of the window and now at another customer entering the crowded coffee shop.
Andy to herself mouthed the words to a song she liked, as the chorus kicked in, she chewed her lower lip and still her phone had not vibrated or rung. Checking the signal strength and battery. Full and On.
The ding dong of the doorbell distracted Andy as she looked up and saw a few business men and woman entering and getting orders probably from nearby buildings.
With another lick of whipped cream, Andy stared around Starbucks, hearing the beep of a phone, Andy automatically looked down at her own even though it wasn't her ringtone. What is wrong with you Andy that you're that anxious to be a pavlovian masochist?
Great she'd sat here for three hours.
Miranda was not coming and had stood her up. There was no 'Sorry not going to make it' text or any message to Andy. Even from Emily. Who was she kidding Miranda never said sorry for anything.
Of course the untouchable Ice Queen had stood her up.
The whipping cream was all gone now, no more suggestive tonguing, only the warm sweet dark chocolate as Andy swirled it around in her cup. Took another sip ruefully.
Pushing the cup away dejected, Andy began gathering her things, putting her bag over her shoulder, leaving a tip.
Picking up her phone and, as if by magic, it started to begin to vibrate. Feeling herself smile wider with anticipation as she sat back down to read the text to herself. Two seconds later and her full smile is replaced by disappointment.
It was just from Doug. Andy typed fast. Declining drinks tonight. 'Busy Doug.'
Turning to face the window, Andy felt her eyes almost begin to water in her dark brown eyes, scolding herself don't you dare cry Sachs or suddenly burst into tears, telling herself, as her heart sank. She really didn't matter to Miranda, reference or not.
Could kick herself thinking she might matter.
Nate was right she was an idiot to think this was anything. This thing that was between them that she felt.
Someone close to Andy's table brushed her as her cup was dragged across it and onto a tray by a waitress, clearing other tables and walking back to the counter.
Leaving as it was late now.
Andy walked out down the sidewalk, anger was starting to take over from disappointment, building in her. This was her day off, she could have been in her nice warm toasty bed with naughty dreams about a certain icy Editor's sexy body as she kissed every inch of ivory soft skin... damn Miranda Priestly to hell.
Andy strided over to Elias Clarke building at 11pm. Miranda was going to see her. Like it or not.
Miranda felt the tension in her shoulders, Emily would have to book her a masseuse, glancing at the time. The Book was late.
Andy narrowly missed being hit by a cab and honking traffic as she crossed over, uh jaywalked and entered her old work building, smashed her finger to the up button to the 17th floor.
Andy saw Marcus leaving Miranda's office, her light still on, saw her flicking through a page, her silvery head bent in concentration. Not seeing Andy approach. Observing her engrossed in her work, Andy use to watch her unnoticed many times.
Blue eyes lifted for a fraction, rubbing her neck and saw her, the lanky brunette's reflection.
''Andréa.''
She was here standing in front of her. Why?
''Why are you here?'' Miranda coldly demanded of her.
'' Miranda I wanted to start us with just a latte for Paris to forgive me but now I am here for this price for a missed latte.''
Miranda looked at Andy. ''Price?'' Hadn't met her from Andrea's strange invitation earlier she'd missed, had Andrea waited for her. Surely she didn't wait for her.
''I'm going to give you what your eyes want from me.''
Miranda's mouth curled at Andy. ''What exactly is it that my eyes want from you of all people Andrea?'' Sneering waspishly at Andréa boldly just coming here so suddenly as if she had a right to be here at Runway after Paris, to show up and see her, Andrea had no right. Andrea had no reason to be here tonight.
Immature and overstepping Ohioan.
Who in hell did Andrea Sachs think she was? Placing her ivory fingers on her phone began dialling downstairs to security to escort her out. Now.
''Andrea leave.'' Miranda warned. She'd give her a chance to go.
Andy wet her lips, stepping closer to Miranda who had stood, narrowing her eyes on her former assistant. ''Not before I pay this.''
Pushing Miranda back into her chair; Andy's hand went across her startled mouth as she tried to speak.
Placing her mouth close to Miranda's ear and whispering for her to be quiet.
Miranda nodded as Andy slowly began to remove her temporary gag over Miranda of her long slender fingers, replacing it by her warm mouth to hers that met Miranda's pink glossy lips teasing her lips for a moment, Andy thought she'd have no idea how to kiss another woman and yes she knew lips are no different to men's like Nate's but when it came to kissing these pink lips, it felt so different meeting Miranda's.
Soft and velvety.
Andy watched down her nose as her own lips touched hers, it was a soft touch with them for a moment as if waiting for a reaction. Feeling them on hers now, Andy lips slowly caressed those longed for lips, then kissing her hard as Miranda felt all warm inside and quivering, deeper and deeper Andy's tongue slipped into her first shocked and now eager mouth.
Her legs felt so very wobbly from this kiss as she caught her breath, Andy's face was close to hers.
Her smile on her was an impish grin.
Fingers began to trace patterns over Miranda's white blouse, making her nipples rock hard as they got closer and closer to them. Brushed over one. Kissing her again hard as Miranda felt Andy's lips grind into her, her tongue forcing its way back in.
Who taught Andrea to kiss like that?
Her head spinning from such a kiss as Miranda became suddenly aware of Andrea grabbing her slit skirt, pulling it up, stroking her fingertips up slowly revealing her silky thighs.
Suddenly Andrea was crouching down on her knees, kissing the flesh of Miranda's thighs, her hands, mouth and lips were everywhere.
Miranda tingled, she ached, and she wanted to squeal and moan with pleasure as she grabbed at Andy's rich hair. Dark brown eyes burning into her with lust and want.
Andy's other hand went under her silk blouse caressing her breasts, squeezing each one lightly as Andy's other hand lingers and dances across her lacy panties.
The anticipation of Andrea touching her there, is too much and she let out a low moan. The sexist sound Andy's ever heard from those cruel swollen with her kisses lips.
Then Andy stopped, a sudden stilling almost about to hiss out at Andy for stopping, almost gave a fierce tug to her hair to continue, now also heard it, a rushing click clack of shoes, a door banging- someone forgot something.
''Bollocks there's my keys.''
Holding both our breaths for a few minutes, only then did Andy take that moment, as she and Miranda can hear, it is Emily, to finally rub her long slender fingers in the lacy folds of her panties, making blue eyes darken and roll and her body shudder to Andy's touch.
Trying not to make a sound was hard, as Andy's mouth continued slick against her.
Andy began loving Miranda with her mouth slickening ivory skin with her lips touching her elegant neck lightly with butterfly kisses, waiting for Emily to leave.
Emily was gone. Finally.
''What happens now?'' Miranda asked waspishly. Hoping Emily hadn't ruined this.
Saw Andy's face went from that insufferable happy grin on her to one of complete puzzlement in a flash, not in a bad way like a stunned guppy but a comical one. One that said to her, Miranda I can't believe you just asked that.
''How about we do this Miranda?'' Andy warmly said these words and Miranda had fair warning that something was about to happen that wouldn't be the same between them and it did.
Touching Andy's lips with her fingertips.
Andy heard Miranda breathe out deeply and then Andy was back all over her once more, cupping her breasts. Her lips left her neck now, grazing along her jawbone, running her mouth and teeth along it as Miranda felt Andy nibble on her earlobe.
Peeling slowly down lacy panties, Andy parted her legs, gripping the chair arms, bending astride her legs, letting La Perla fall to her ankles.
Breathing through her roman nose, a loud moan escaped Miranda's parted panting lips as Andy's mouth kissed there, the tip of her tongue sent her over the edge. Ivory legs, hips and body are bucking to Andrea's loving.
''Ohh… Yesss.''
Feeling Miranda's thighs go rigid. Trembling to her.
The flood of coming erupts inside her, shuddering hard, blue eyes shut tight as Miranda began shaking from a wave of euphoria which turned into sheer pleasure over and over, curling her own long fingers into Andrea's dark hair.
Leaning back into her chair. Collapsing with her polished Louboutins still on.
Felt Andrea's fingers were still squeezing hard on her right nipple through her bra. Opening her blue eyes slowly, saw Andy's head resting on her thigh. Now kissed her inner thigh.
Miranda eased up and relaxed Andréa's fingers still pinching her, held to her almost gave her a real smile, her white forelock fell forward moving a little more in her chair as Andy took a step back from her, reaching down she took the lacy panties from the floor and stuffing them into her pocket, dark brown eyes never leaving Miranda's face.
Tapered ivory fingers reaching out to her, wanting to touch her lips again with her lips, opening her never lost for words before mouth to say something not mean or ridiculing.
Andy just shook her head and moved out of reach and with that she turned and without a goodbye kiss or a smile or any words she was gone. Left her.
Disappearing as quietly as she came. Leaving Miranda here in her sleek office wobbly barely standing on her toned weak in the knees legs from a knee trembler named Andrea against her desk chair, minus her knickers.
She honestly wasn't expecting that.
Savouring the feeling of what just happened, touching her swollen mouth, adjusting her skirt and blouse, smoothing both down.
Her office was still and quiet as she heard night cleaners now arriving. Both surprised at the snowy haired Editor being here. Sputtering out in greeting. ''Excuse us. Good Evening Ms Priestly.''
Miranda was trying not to look at both cleaners, in case they saw on her face what had just wantonly happened moments ago, something called Andrea Sachs caused fault lines to her, those knowing looks if they suspected would make her ivory skin not go predictably pink but red even redder than she already felt.
Caught her reflection she did look like she'd just been loved up. Peering at her coiffed hair in place and flushed sharp cheekbones and her eyes.
Her phone vibrated and pings making her reach and get it out of her purse. Looking down at it, grabbing her glasses, saw she had a text, just when she did not want to draw attention to herself.
Blue eyes scanning and reading it.
M
'I could have left your knickers with the night cleaners or maybe be picked up by Emily but since I now have your knickers, I'll hold on to them from now on keep them safe and if you want them back come and ask for them. A'
Her snowy head shot up as sure enough she had gone beetroot.
Sachs was going to pay dearly for holding onto her knickers.
