Prompt: A family trip with the Sachs to a secluded cabin. Humorous with a side of smut.

Chapter 1

Louisa and Richard Sachs thought they had won it big.

Through a local radio station, they had secured a free week for four at the Ritz-Carlton ski resort in Aspen Highlands, Colorado.

While neither Louisa nor Richard had ever skied in their lives, they were certainly willing to give it a go. Richard had done some research and he'd found that a membership to this exclusive ski resort and club cost well in to the six number figure. Even if they couldn't ski they were going to take advantage of this ritzy getaway.

And who better to accompany them than their own two daughters, Jill and Andy.

Jill immediately said yes, glad to get away from her son and her husband for a week.

Andy was slightly harder to convince.

"But, mom, I have work to do. I can't just up and leave for a week." Andy sounded busy on the other end. That new newspaper was keeping her busy, but definitely not as busy as her first big job with Runway.

"Well can't you bring it with you? I'm certain there will be internet at the resort and you can write while you're there."

Andy groaned. "But then it's not really like a vacation."

"Well at least it will get you out of that city and into some fresh air. Come on Andy. Your sister already said yes, and we just need you to jump on board." Louisa encouraged her daughter, willing her to say yes.

"Come on, Andy," her father chimed in, "you need a break."

Andy was silent on the other end, weighing her options. Finally she broke, "fine. I'll tell Mark that I'm taking a week off. I've earned it. And I guess if he wants me to do a paper or two I can manage."

"Wonderful."

And thus the trip to Aspen Highlands of Colorado was set into motion.

~*~

They arrived in Colorado on a frigid January morning. They had gotten in early, around ten in the morning. A car was waiting for them as soon as they stepped out of the Aspen airport. Andy felt as if she was back working at Runway and she was about to get sent to some disaster area in which Miranda would be presiding over everyone, barking out orders and firing the incompetent. A momentary chill settled over her, but she was quickly pulled out of her reverie when her sister grabbed her arm and pushed her towards the car.

"Come on, I want to get to this Ritz-Carlton hotel. Free mani's and pedi's." Jill was overly excited to get away from her mundane life as a wife and mother. She was practically glowing as she slid into the car behind Andy's mother and father.

Andy got in last, taking in the fresh mountain air. She realized, then, that she hadn't been out of the city in months. She could gradually feel the tension beginning to release from her neck and her arms. Perhaps this vacation was a good idea after all.

When they arrived at the hotel, it arose out of the snow like a magnificent giant palace. It was surrounded by hills and hills of skiing people and lush wilderness that looked like it extended on forever. When the family stepped out of the car and in to the main entrance, Andy felt like she was perhaps in someone like Miranda's shoes, for the concierge immediately came out and greeted them, unloading the car before they could even touch a thing.

They were whisked inside, handed keys to one of the hotel's famous suites, and shuttled up in an elevator and let into their room. Richard attempted to hand the concierge a tip, but the man refused.

After shutting the door, Louisa turned to her husband and girls. "I guess it really is a free vacation."

Andy grinned and began exploring the large spans of space that was one of the four suites in the whole hotel. There were three rooms off to either side of the main room. Andy quickly claimed the one furthest from everyone else and began settling in.

The room was done in rich, deep purples and greens. The bed was set in a black box-type structure and there were fabulous modern pieces strewn about. A flat screen TV was mounted on the wall and there was a small desk in a corner. To the other side of the room was a bathroom done in a nice earth tone. All the fixtures were black and the curtain had a modern art deco pattern on it.

Andy could get used to this life of luxury.

How had her parents gotten so lucky? She wondered as she began shifting through her belongings. But before she could get too far with the unpacking, Jill peered into the room. "Hey, mom and dad are going to walk around the main level and I thought we could go grab some lunch and talk."

Talk. Exactly what Andy didn't feel like doing. But it was her sister. "Sure." She heard herself saying before she could pull out and tell her sister that she was too tired and wanted to just relax.

And before she knew it, they were on the main-level of the hotel, sitting in a little corner café with coffees and sandwiches.

"So what happened with Nate?" Jill had to bring him up.

"We just grew apart. You know? It was hard to live so far away. I mean he was in Boston and it wasn't like I could just go there whenever I wanted."Andy babbled, feeling as if she'd made this same excuse one too many times. She no longer even believed it, she was on autopilot.

Perhaps Jill picked up on this, but she chose to ignore it. "So then there's someone new?"

Andy rolled her eyes. "No." She sipped her coffee and then laughed. "Can't I just be single? Is it so wrong for me to not have someone?"

Jill looked slightly put-off. "No, I just worry about you. I think you should have someone."

So I can be married and have kids like you? No thanks. But Andy covered her thoughts with a smile. "I know, sweetie." And as she went to bite into her sandwich, Andy glanced over to the main lobby across the way and the person she saw standing literally meters away from her made her nearly drop her sandwich. "Shit, shit, shit, shit." She cursed, losing complete control of her mind and her body. She set the sandwich down and tried to slide down in her chair, looking anywhere but at the silver-haired woman she knew all too well.

"What? What's going on?" Jill thought the whole building was about to collapse by Andy's sudden frightened climb to get under the table.

"She's here." Andy chirped, no longer able to look at the front desk where her ex-boss was standing, clearly receiving some kind of package.

"Who?" Jill strained to see who her sister was so scared of, but quickly felt a hand hit her leg.

"Don't look at her!" Andy warned.

"Oh my God! Is that Miranda Priestly?" Jill stated so loudly that Andy was sure the entire hotel lobby had heard, including the woman herself.

Andy smacked her sister's leg even harder and prayed to God that her ex-boss would not turn around and notice her or her sister for that matter.

"Oh my God, Andy. She just looked over here." Jill was beginning to laugh. She thought this was all a game.

"Stop looking!" Andy hissed, tugging hard on her sister's pants.

Jill's head soon appeared below the table and she met her sister's wild, scared eyes. "She's gone."

"Phew." Andy exclaimed, clamoring back into her chair, ignoring the strange looks she was getting from all the other patrons sitting around her. "Why is she here?" Andy groaned, no longer in the mood to finish her sandwich.

"Why does it matter? She's your ex-boss. She's not going to come kill you in your sleep." Jill rolled her eyes.

"Well she might, the way I left her...I'm sure she probably hates me." Andy fiddled with her coffee cup, no longer interested in its contents.

"Whatever, from what I hear about her, she's probably already forgotten that you exist." Jill reassured her sister. "Now, are you going to eat this?"

"Hmm?" Andy had wondered off to dream land, where she couldn't get the image of Miranda, who was AT THE SAME HOTEL as she was in FUCKING COLORADO, out of her head. How had this happened? This was disastrous. But perhaps Miranda wouldn't be staying much longer, and really this place was so big that Andy was quite certain she just might not ever have to run in to the older woman ever again. She prayed for the latter and then realized her sister was staring at her with a questioning stare. "What?"

"Can I have the rest of your sandwich?" Her sister reiterated. "God, Andy. Keep up."

"Sure." Andy pushed the plate towards her.

This vacation was shaping up to be even less than Andy had hoped for.

Perhaps she could bow out now and return to New York, to her friends, have a strong Martini and then return back to work, back to normal, back to no encounters with her ex-boss.

But she wouldn't want to let her family down, so she decided she would stick it out another couple of days.

~*~

Before heading out to ski, Andy typed a quick text to Doug.

'She's here. Miranda Fucking Priestly.'