Prompt from merylfanatic: "How about a story where Andrea really adores Miranda's legs and has an obsession with them in heels/when she walks and swings her hips and Miranda catches her watching her/her legs and you know, decide the rest. ;-) I love a tease Miranda…"
Riding in the town car with Miranda was always uncomfortable. Some days it was the silence, other days the perfume. On rare occasions, it was the small talk. But today it was none of that. Today, it was the legs.
They were on their way back to the office from a visit to James Holt's studio. Normally, it would be a ten minute ride, but today, late spring storms had cut power to many of the traffic lights in Manhattan and the streets were a nightmare. They had been in the car for twenty minutes already and still were nowhere near Elias-Clarke. Had Andrea been riding alone, she would have gotten out and walked the two miles to the office. But, today, Miranda was wearing a cap-sleeve printed Prada sundress with nude Valentino slingbacks, so walking was not an option. Plus, there were the legs.
Miranda always sat ramrod straight in the car, keeping her knees together and both feet flat on the floor. Andrea only caught a glance here or a glance there, but today, once it was clear they would be delayed by the traffic situation, she saw from the corner of her eye that Miranda leaned back and slouched against the seat. In doing so, she casually angled her body and crossed her right leg over her left as she pulled out her phone and called her daughters.
On any other day, Andrea would stare out the window and try to make herself invisible. Today, she was still trying to make herself invisible, except with Miranda's toe just inches away and that silky expanse of perfectly sculpted leg nearly blinding her, she decided the window had nothing on her view.
Minutes passed, and Andrea had to lick her lips to keep them from growing too dry. She memorized every curve, every muscle, every freckle (and yes, there were freckles) of that woman's leg like it was her job. It didn't matter who Miranda was on the phone with or what she was saying. In that moment, it was just Andrea and those legs.
Andrea watched as Miranda casually bounced her leg up and down, watching the muscles bend and flex. Perfection. There really was no other word for it. She was so intensely focused that she failed to notice Miranda snapping her fingers wildly, trying to get her attention. It wasn't until Miranda stretched her foot out and tapped Andrea's leg that she jumped to attention.
Miranda covered the mouthpiece on her cell. "Call Emily. Postpone Theyskens indefinitely," she whispered. Seeing the blush creep up Andrea's cheeks, she added, "And tell Roy to turn around—townhouse."
Andrea nodded and quickly leaned forward to inform Roy of their new destination. At least they would be able to avoid the traffic nightmare since Miranda's home was really just around the corner. She quickly messaged Emily regarding the Theyskens shoot, and before she knew it, Roy had pulled up at Miranda's corner.
"Is this okay? It'll be another ten if you need me to pull around to the front," he informed them.
"This is fine," Miranda said.
Andrea quickly jumped out of the car and retrieved the garment bags from James Holt she had laid in the trunk, then ran over to Miranda's door, where she was slowly extricating herself from the backseat, one gorgeously sexy leg at a time.
Andrea watched as Miranda sauntered past and opened the gate to the back courtyard. The editor pranced up the brick stairs and unlocked her door. Andrea was still standing in place next to the town car.
Miranda turned around and grinned. "Coming, Andrea?"
