To everyone that has reviewed, a huge thank you! You guys have no idea how a single review can make me happy for days. This is for Andy, that bitch has no patience and nearly drove me crazy. Thank you so much once again, I hope y'all enjoy! Bisous!
It shouldn't be too hard, Miranda thought, to seduce her innocent little assistant. She didn't dwell too long on these kinds of perversions because every time she remembered what Andrea was – innocent, pure, naïve, YOUNG – her head felt heavy and something like shame burned deep inside her guts. But then she would look at the woman before her, reading or typing along on her computer and every single thought would just disappear.
How couldn't the girl see? They were perfect for each other. Miranda would be anything she wanted, do whatever she asked. She could help Andrea achieve any goal in her career – although she doubted Andrea would actually want or even need her help, the girl was talented. Miranda once read those damn articles she sent along with her curriculum and she was very impressed. There were even some of her writers that didn't have the ability to work with words like Andrea had. She could also see herself being helped by the woman, especially when it came to her temper and her harsh words. They could be the perfect power couple. They would be.
Miranda was still having her breakfast, nibbling on fruits and running things over inside her head when Andrea came in the kitchen again. She looked up as the brunette stopped in front of her "Miranda, Nigel is on Skype and ready to talk about the new spread for February". With an almost smile taking her lips - the corners of her mouth turning upward - Miranda picked up a piece of fruit without thought, barely squeezing it between her fingertips so it would drip its juices on her fingers and raised it up to her lips.
Maintaining eye contact with Andrea, her lips parted and closed around the fruit, her tongue lazily coming out and licking a path on her lower lip and fingertips. Her eyes didn't leave Andrea's face and she could see the milky complexion turning pink and then red, eyes zooming on her mouth as she chewed slowly, clearly putting on a show for the girl. Andrea's mouth started to open, like she wanted to say something and her eyes turned foggy.
Andy's mind was a whirlwind of possibilities being considered and then thrown away as she watched the older woman pick up another piece of fruit. Why was Miranda doing this? Was she flirting? Was she trying to seduce Andy? Was she going insane? She knew the answer to one of those endless questions. If she was going insane? Yes.
Well, it was nice to know that she at least noticed her sanity slipping through her fingers.
Swallowing hard, Andy noticed the gleam in Miranda's eyes but couldn't put her finger on what it really meant. With a shaky sigh and weak smile placed upon her lips, she fled the kitchen with a quick "I'll be on the study" said over her shoulder. She couldn't possibly move any faster, could she? Her legs were long but they seemed to be made of jelly as she reached the comfortable loveseat inside the study. Taking her laptop and placing it on the high coffee table in front of her, Andy started to write an email to Lagerfeld's assistant.
She barely paid attention to the sounds around her, so she took no notice to Miranda entering the room and closing the door behind her nor did she realize the woman was sitting on the same loveseat she was currently on. Finally finishing the email, she cracked her knuckles and looked around, eyes almost popping from their sockets as she saw Miranda a few feet from her. Before she could speak, the woman coolly said "Andrea, please refrain from trying to blow up your own eyes."
"I- ahn, I. I'm not- I mean, I'm not trying to blow up my own eyes." She said, mumbling words and repeating herself, something she rarely did but Miranda seemed to bring out the best and the worst in her. Actually shaking her head to clear it, she changed topics – trying to erase the images of Miranda sexing up pieces of fruit from her brain once again. "Where are the twins?" she asked, trying to sound casual as her fingers moved over the keyboard and Miranda disconnected Nigel's call on Skype.
"They're in the pool, obviously." Miranda replied, seeming to think for a moment before opening The Book online and continuing "They asked me to swim with them tomorrow, but I'm afraid that is impossible". Frowning, Andy looked at Miranda once again, just to see the woman biting her lower lip softly. Quickly adverting her eyes, she asked "Why is that?"
With a sigh, Miranda looked at Andy "Well, I have never learned how to swim. And I have no wish to drown with my children watching". Chuckling softly, Andy glanced at Miranda and shrugged "I could teach you, if you want" her legs suddenly felt weak and she realized what she had just said. Who the hell offers to teach Miranda anything? Was she suicidal now? Besides insane, of course.
Her eyes kept gazing at Miranda, who seemed to consider the offer with an open mind. Taking the designer glasses off her face, the Editor placed one of the temples tip on her lower lip, slowly brushing it against the soft flesh. Andrea kept following the path said tip took, her hands coming down to play with the end of her shorts. Miranda lowered her eyes, eyeing the woman's legs once more before returning her private survey to the brunette's face.
The girl still had her own eyes glued to her lips, her tongue coming out to moist her dry mouth. The first part of Miranda's plan of seduction had worked and she now knew Andrea felt something towards her. She only had to find out whether it was love or simple lust. With malice shining in icy irises, Miranda replied easily "Tomorrow you will take a swim with the twins. I hope you do well, Andrea. Who knows what you can teach me?"