The call was certain, sudden death, torture, but oh... that
voice, that curl in her name, she felt it deep down, calling to
her like a mistress would a slave. Oh but wait, that's what she
was, reeling her smirk back in Andy fussed with her clothes and
hair before walking into the lion's den. Miranda sat there, in
all her pride, her glistening white hair seemed to shine from the
sun bursting down from the window behind her, her glasses perched
carefully on her sharp chin. Andy gulped and pulled out her
notepad ready for todays duties and any remarks that would come
her way. Those icy blue eyes went from top to bottom,
scrutinizing Andy, her clothes, hell maybe even her soul.
"Close the door.."
Miranda's voice was ice cold, more so than usual that Andy's
heart pounded faster as she turned round and slowly closed the
always open door just noticing Emily's smug smile before the door
was clicked shut caging her with her impending doom.
"do you know why I gave you this job Emily?"
Miranda skimmed through a magazine before looking up at Andy with
that penetrating stare, Andy stuttered as she conjured up an
answer, her doe like eyes wide with fear.
"umm.. I.. I.. you.."
"come now girl I do not have all day"
Miranda pursed her lips and Andy began to panic, she felt like
she was about to cry.
"I don't know Miranda..."
With a smug, triumphant smile Miranda stood and walked round her
desk, her hips swaying as she moved in on her prey.
"well... I thought to myself, take a chance, hire the smart, fat
Andy winced and straightened her back, she could feel Miranda as
she circled her, smell her tantalizing perfume, it was messing
with her mind as she was insulted but embraced the time she could
speak with her alone.
Miranda sighed, standing behind Andy, her breath fell across the
back of Andy's neck, she bit her lip and balled up her fists,
Miranda predatory smile grew as she continued circling her.
"I have never made such a... disappointing choice"
Andy turned her head to look at her, her eyes wide and watering,
her lip threatening to wobble and ruin her reserve.
Her voice breaking, Miranda raised her hand to silence her.
"that was a fact, not an opinion"
Andy took in a deep shuddering breath and opened her mouth to
speak again before looking at Miranda, she was still smiling, her
brow furrowed, was Miranda truly that cruel? Tears began to fall
and Miranda acted upon instinct, the door being closed was also a
bonus. Miranda took a step forward as she shushed the now quite
emotional girl, running her thumb across Andy's cheek to remove
the tears. Andy leaned into the contact and felt her arms rise to
hold the woman, but this was no ordinary woman, this was Miranda
Priestly! controlling herself, she took what she could get. But
as Miranda stepped closer Andy couldn't help but lean with her
until there was little less than an inch between them, their
breath mixed together as their eyes met. Andy's heart was beating
and her stomach trembling, her head cocked to the side she leaned
in, her eyes on Miranda's lips, The older woman had never felt
more alive, she wanted Andy's lips on her, to feel skin on skin
rather than clothes, she even felt herself leaning too before the
crisp and stern voice came back into play.