*~*~*~* 10 months ago *~*~*~*

"Andrea," I called her into my office to give her a task or two.

"Yes, Miranda?" came her eager reply as she stepped towards me. I barely stopped myself from moistening my lips at the sight of her. My eyes roamed her body, resting on her cleavage for a little while, show-cast perfectly in the Armani suit she wore that day. Her deep decollete offered a free view for all willing to look and my eyes seemed to offer their services. Was she even wearing anything underneath that jacket?

"Andrea," I repeated myself before she could notice where my gaze went, "go to the art department, get that Ralph Lauren piece they should have sent me five minutes ago, review it and then have it on my desk by noon." Yes, I have given my assistants more responsibilities recently. It works out for all of us.

"Will do Miranda. Anything else?" Her doe brown eyes met my blue ones intensely. We got lost in each other for the sweetest moment.

I cleared my throat. "That's all." You may wonder why I cut her gaze off this rudely, but you need to understand 'That's all' is my signature phrase. To be used in all kinds of situations, never to be questioned. It works very well for me, you should try to find yourself a signature phrase and see what I mean.

As soon as Andrea returned with her reviewed document - well before noon, may I add, thus confirming my high esteem of her - she dropped it onto my desk. Doing so, she delightfully bent over, giving me the most direct view along her young body I have ever had since she started working for me.

"There you go, Miranda, all done." She placed her hands on the edge of my desk, again her eyes going to mine as she spoke. This time I licked my lips without much thought while our eyes caught.

After I don't know how long, it occurred to me that she was waiting for my reaction, probably?

"Your verdict?" I asked. It was best to keep things short when distracted by Andrea's electric eyes. She didn't need to know after all.

"Average, but I spiced the story up and I am confident you will find it acceptable." As she said this, her eyes finally left mine, instead lowering to my own cleavage. Which, I must admit, was pretty spectacular that day. I am not sure anymore why I decided to wear what I wore to the office, but my attire seemed to attract Andrea's attention.

"Cocky," was all I said.

As Andrea straightened back up, I got another good look at her Armani. Not only was the jacket tight to fit, her pants also seemed painted on. Slender hips right at my eye level, a bulge at her crotch and those long, long legs of hers...

"That's all," I dismissed her.

Every day on my way home, back in the town car with my driver, Roy, navigating traffic, I review my day. What went well and what didn't? Most days, I end up sending a multitude of text messages to my assistants with all those details we will have to catch up on the next day. That particular day though, my thoughts were of a more personal nature. I thought back to the moment with Andrea in my office. As Andrea appeared before my inner eye, to be admired again, my eyes suddenly opened wide in surprise. A bulge? In Andrea's Armani pants? Surely, she had not stuffed a wad of handkerchiefs in the non-existing pockets? No, no, there had to be another explanation.
Knowing Armani I quickly excluded a tailoring mishap. Never would a sub-par suit leave their house. To be delivered to Runway of all places, to me. I had no doubt Andrea found the suit in the closet and borrowed it for the day. Something else was going on and color me intrigued.

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TBC...