Yeah like she said… nothing wrong with a bit of imagination *wink wink* so if don’t like that sort of thing going on….don’t read: P

This may also be worse than my first attempt but bear with me I’ll get there.

Andrea entered the office and rounded off the tasks she had completed. Miranda wasn’t paying much attention to her words but was simply mesmerised at the way Andrea’s top dipped down to reveal her fantastic cleavage.

“Is there anything else I can do for you Miranda?” Andrea asked rather smugly

“Uh uh… That’s all” Miranda replied whilst standing up and walking round to the other side of her desk. Miranda couldn’t help but stare as Andrea walked towards the door of the office, stopped and simply closed it.

When Andrea turned around Miranda was right behind her and pushed her up against the door. Grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head Miranda leant in and kissed Andrea full on the lips.

“On second thoughts Andrea… I believe you may have over looked something” Miranda nibbled on Andreas lip before deepening the kiss. The feel of Andrea’s tongue and the moan coming from the younger woman simply spurred Miranda on. Breaking the kiss, Andrea managed to wriggle free from Miranda’s hold and quickly turned so that Miranda was forced against the door.

Miranda couldn’t believe how fast the younger woman worked and before she knew it her blouse was ripped open and Andrea was kissing her way down her neck to her chest. The benefit of front fastening bras was soon apparent as she felt her already hard nipples exposed to the cold air.

“Mmmm Andrea” Miranda moaned tangling her fingers in Andrea’s hair as her mouth and fingers paid expert attention to Miranda’s breasts. She heard a mumbled question come from the younger woman. Miranda grinned and replied breathlessly “You shouldn’t talk with your mouth full” and instantly regretted it as she felt the loss of Andrea’s mouth.

Coming up to nibble of Miranda’s ear Andrea whispered “I was asking you what you would like me to do…to you” whilst tweaking one of Miranda’s nipples.

“I…want…Mmmm oh god Andrea” Miranda hadn’t noticed the younger girl move back down to her chest. Andrea’s hand reached down to the bottom of Miranda’s skirt and started to move up towards her target.

“You know what I want don’t you Andrea” Miranda struggled to get out as Andrea’s fingers caressed the soft skin above her stockings brushing against her now soaking wet panties.

“Mmmm so wet Miranda” Andrea practically purred and began to push her panties aside…only to be interrupted by Miranda’s mobile phone ringing.

“Fuck!” Miranda shouted for all the wrong reasons as she almost slipped under the water. Trying to compose herself she reached for her mobile and felt instantly embarrassed as the display showed that Andrea was calling her. Baffled as to why her assistant would be calling at this time Miranda turned the music off and answered her phone.

“Would you like to explain why you are phoning me at this hour Andrea…?” Miranda managed to pull off a convincing ‘I am very annoyed’ voice but was still feeling rather flushed and was glad no one could see her. She was however quite annoyed when there was no answer on the other end of the phone and just the noise of loud music. Assuming Andrea had dialled her number by accident Miranda was about to hang up until she heard a familiar voice shout.

“If you had to sleep with Irv or Miranda… who would you choose!” Miranda felt intrigued and decided to see how long she could listen into this conversation. The phone almost ended up in the bath with her when she heard Andrea’s incredibly enthusiastic reply. The sound of the next voice explained a lot, nights out with Nigel were infamous throughout Runway. She had to agree with Emily’s assessment of Andrea having a crush was absurd but was even more shocked to hear how the conversation continued. ‘Have her for breakfast!? Now there’s a thought’ thought to her self grinning at Andrea’s bold reply. Miranda almost forgot she was not meant to be listening to this conversation and began to enjoy what he was hearing. Suddenly Miranda realised just how much wine she had consumed as an argument ensued in her mind.
‘Something nice to look at… perhaps she was looking at you tonight.’
‘No don’t get carried away she’s drunk.’
‘Still maybe she means what she’s saying… be positive for a change.’
Miranda was brought out of her thoughts by a very loud
“Oh SHIT! Miranda? “Miranda tried very hard to hold back a reply, Andrea sounded positively petrified.
“Miranda, are you there?” Deciding she would have much more fun if Andrea didn’t know how much of their conversation had been overheard Miranda silently hung up the phone smiling.

Once out of the bath Miranda paced the bedroom, mobile in hand, in her favourite black silk robe. Sending a text demanding Andrea come to the town house to discuss the phone call was tempting but not the best plan. Miranda assumed Andrea was going to be expecting the worst from the way she sounded at the end of the phone call. Emily had probably passed out; Miranda allowed herself a slight giggle at the thought. She had to send something before the poor girl went out of her mind. ‘Something to stop her from thinking she’s lost her job, a possible hint as to what I heard and a bit flirty…’
“Honestly, you are the Editor in Chief of Runway yet it seems to be beyond your ability to write a simple text message!?” Miranda asked her reflection
‘What can I say…?’ Miranda thought staring at her mobile. About five minutes later Miranda had settled on two words, ‘A literary master piece’ she thought sarcastically. She paused for a moment to assess whether she really wanted to send this text. Deciding that you only live once…’and I really enjoyed that bath tonight…’ Miranda Priestly pressed send.

Part 6