I want to apologize for the long wait, with college and work it became impossible to write.
This chapter is smaller than usual, reason being that my beta is out on vacation and this was all we were able to get ready.
Hope you enjoy it.
R&R
Once the door was closed behind them Andrea felt all her courage – the little amount she had left – leaving her body, she didn't know what had compelled her to initiate the events from their last one on one "rendez-vous". It all still seemed like a weird – yet recurrent – dream only her mind could come up with, Miranda hadn't mentioned it and Andrea didn't seem to find the right moment to bring it up, though she wasn't quite sure if there would ever be a right moment for such a conversation.
Miranda walked down the corridor into her study, the sound of stilettos clicking on the floor echoed not only through the walls but almost through Andrea's body as well.
The young assistant had to force herself to follow the Editrix once she was sure her legs were steady enough and not threatening to give out on her without warning.
Once inside Miranda's study a heavy silence claimed the room. Andrea was obviously shaking in her lace up boots while Miranda was leaning back on a bookcase that covered almost the entire back wall of the room. Andrea had played this scene in her head over and over again, being alone with the older woman in that study and all the things she wanted to say – or better do – and yet not even all the fantasies her creative mind had come up with had prepared her for the reality of having the mighty and all powerful Miranda Priestly standing right in front of her, blue eyes piercing through her very soul.
"You do have this unsettling little habit of staring don't you dea?"
Miranda's low voice cutting the silence almost made Andrea purr in delight and shiver in fear. It took her only a second to – less subtly than what she had intended – take her eyes from her boss' frame and glue it to the floor that suddenly seemed much more interesting than it had thirty seconds prior.
"I'm sorry Miranda" in a couple days Andrea had gone from yelling at Miranda – along with some other things – to acting like that silly girl who had entered the Editor-in-chief's office for the very first time wearing a "lumpy blue sweater".
All of a sudden a strange sound reached Andrea's ears, she could swear it was laughter but she wasn't laughing and the only other person in the room was Miranda, and everybody knew Miranda never laughed. However, there it was, Miranda's laughter filling the room and Andrea's jaw hanging open.
"Where is all of that courage you showed the other day Andréa?" once she was done laughing a half smile appeared on her lips giving her an almost predatory look and Andrea swallowed hard at the sight.
"I expected more from you Andréa, it seems that you'll be a disappointment after all" it was clear that Miranda's comment was meant to provoke Andrea and the result was immediate. All of a sudden, Andrea's legs were moving on their own and she was standing right in front of the older woman who was clearly amused.
Once Andrea looked Miranda in the eyes, it was obvious to her the desire behind them, Miranda wanted her almost as much as Andrea wanted Miranda, so once Andy closed the distance between them, the quick response from the Editor was no surprise to her.
It didn't take long until Miranda's tongue was forcing its entrance into Andrea's mouth who could only comply and moan in response. This time it wasn't Andrea the one reaching out. Miranda's hands found their way to the younger woman's hair as the Editor eliminated any remaining distance between them.
Andrea was caught under Miranda scent's spell and her self-control dissolved into thin air, her arms were around Miranda's waist and she quickly discovered how strong the older woman really was once her back hit the wall.