Well apologies for the evil cliffy! I wrote a whole 2000 words of the dissertation so I treated myself to this chapter.

You’ll probably find M a bit OOC but I bet she would act like this on her own :P
I've split it into two parts as it's slightly longer than my usual chapters.
Er thanks to the Dirty Dancing Soundtrack for inspiring this :)
ENJOY!

Chapter 5

Miranda was sitting in the study when Andrea arrived with the book that evening. When she heard the front door open she allowed her self to lean back slightly in her chair to observe the girl place the dry cleaning in the closet.  Miranda couldn’t help but notice the change in outfit since she had left work. She also couldn’t help noticing how the deep purple top dipped down showing just a hint of a lacy black bra, and how the skirt seemed to make her legs look endless.
‘It’s the clothes you like Miranda… not the woman underneath them’ Miranda almost snorted at this assessment.
 ‘Who am I trying to kid. Here I am sitting in my house on my own getting a cheap thrill spying on my assistant. This stops now Miranda Priestly’
Miranda watched as Andrea turned to leave and literally drank in the sight of her hips swaying as she walked towards the door again. Miranda watched as Andrea paused for a moment looking around the ground floor as if she was searching for something...or somebody. Was it in her head or did Andrea look disappointed about something. ‘She is probably annoyed due to the fact that having to deliver ‘the book’ has delayed her night out with Emily. Not the fact that you are not currently lurking around waiting for the book like you are most Fridays.’
As the front door clicked shut Miranda let out a sigh and went to fetch the book. Wandering up to the kitchen Miranda poured her self a glass of wine and decided to treat her self and relax in the bedroom whilst going over the book. 

Miranda sat down on the bed and lay back feet dangling off the ground. Stephen had always told her the bed was absurdly big and not necessary. Miranda on the other hand thought it was perfect on those nights she’d rather not be sleeping next to the drunken, money grabbing… ‘Now now Miranda, do not think about him, not worth the brain power.’

Draining her wine glass and closing her eyes Miranda desperately tried to relax but due to the hectic day at work she could feel the blood pumping around her body making her restless. Sitting up Miranda reached for her wine glass and looked at the book lying on the bed. Taking a deep breath she opened it up and began to scan the pages.

Thankfully after the many disasters at the office today, her foul mood seemed to have done the job as 'The Book' was not a complete disaster. After putting her notes on the last page Miranda turned her attention to the bottle of wine. Filling her glass again she reached for the remote control on the bedside table and turned on the speakers allowing music to fill the bedroom. She sighed as Amy Winehouse came blasting out the speakers She really did despise the girls listening to her but had to admit the girl did have some talent underneath all her issues ‘If only she’d wear some nicer clothes….’ Miranda mused fiddling with the iPod next to her bed she navigated her way to the Dirty Dancing soundtrack and turned the volume up. Turning on the speakers in the kitchen Miranda headed to fetch another bottle of wine, dancing slightly on her way. As much as she missed her girls desperately when they went to stay at their fathers Miranda enjoyed the freedom every second Friday, simple pleasures such as being able to listen to loud music, make a dent in the wine collection and having long indulgent baths. If anyone could see Miranda as she danced towards her en suite singing Love is Strange, they would definitely claim the Ice Queen had melted.

A few glasses of wine later Miranda was relaxing in the ‘Absurdly large’ bathtub in her en suite bathroom. Miranda laughed out loud as she thought to herself Stephen never pointed out the fact she also seemed to be attracted to absurdly large assholes when it came to husbands.
'I knew I shouldn't have had red... I know what it does to me' Miranda thought as the wine kicked in and inevitably began to think about the lack of physical contact she has had since Stephen left, and before if she was honest with herself. As usual this train of thought led to thoughts of her assistant Andrea Sachs….

“Behave” Miranda said out loud and set about the task of distracting her self from any thoughts about the way Andrea looked when she left the town house earlier that night. ‘God damn it woman!’ 

Reaching for her phone she quickly sent a goodnight text to both the girls and lent back in the bath and groaned as the track changed. All thoughts of behaving flew out the window as the perfect song began to blare out from her speakers. Humming along to the music and taking another sip of wine her Miranda began to wonder if Andrea ever noticed her Hungry Eyes in the office. Convincing herself that it was just frustration from being single again and the red wine that was fuelling these thoughts about Andrea and the all too familiar feelings they were causing Miranda decided, as every good editor does, that if she wanted something done about this she would have to take care of it herself.

‘Nothing wrong with using your imagination…’ Miranda thought finishing her wine and turning up the music. Moving her hand down under the water Miranda began to lose her self in the fantasy that had been occupying her thoughts far too often.

part 5b