"Hey Andy?" Emily had found me in the back with a man from chinnel. They were fitting me for a new line of jackets. To be honest as much as I knew a lot more about the fashion industry and I respected it, it still kinda went in one ear and out the other.

"So Miranda moved her meeting to 9 am instead. So the photoshoot should be as late as 8." Well there goes my idea of Chinese food and TV.

I must have visibly been disappointed because Emily scoffed.

"What's the matter, your boyfriend and you have big plans to watch Family Guy?" She wasn't even looking me in the eye. Her eyes were stuck on my muscles. I guess it makes sense that she thinks I like guys. The last time we knew each other I was with Nate.

I was about to correct her but then Nigel cut in.

"Ya know Emily just because you aren't getting any, doesn't mean all of us have to suffer." This was a low blow and Nigel continue to work on another dress for the women next to me.

"Besides Emily do you really wanna hear all about how I like to slowly suck off my boyfriend…" I heard a fake barfing noise so I had to continue.

"Sometimes his pink cock hits the back of my throat and I can feel all of his seed go down my throat and sometimes it overflows in my mouth and goes down my face." Now I had everyone's attention. The male models started clapping and howling while the men and women tailoring the cloths just shook their heads.

"Mr. Sachs, if you would please be so kind as to stop. Some of us work around here." Miranda said and I just about fell over. I looked over at my boss. She kept a face like stone. The idea of me sucking someone off must not have been something that she was about to show that she didn't like to her staff. However, I was kinda hurt.

Everyone stopped clapping and making noises. Emily hurried after the white haired women.

"Miranda I thought that you w-"

"Details of your incompetence do not interest me, Emily I thought you'd learned this by now. " She was not meeting my eyes and I knew I'd made a mistake.

I coughed. The man tailoring my pants sighed at me.

"I'm sorry are we annoying you Vance?" Miranda said almost so coldly that Elsa would be bothered.

"No Miranda." He was on his knees and if this had been midevil times I would have expected the queen to chop of Vance's head.

"It's just-"

"What a model coughing is too hard for you to deal with?" The man immediately paled. I was a little hurt to be called a model..I thought I meant more than that. So I spoke up.

"What a man sighing too annoying for the queen?" My entire body was burning. I couldn't tell if it was from how angry I was or if it was because of Miranda's gaze.

"With " Miranda almost raised her voice. It was stern and not a question.

I walked out of the room with half of a jacket that's turned inside out with chalk marks and pins in it. Plus some pants that were half rolled up. I must have not looked very menacing. I didn't care, Miranda wasn't winning this. I'm not gonna be walked all over like I don't matter.

I watched her and caught the door on the way out of the dressing room. The petite women walked down the hall like the parting of the red sea. Everyone put their bodies to the wall to clear room for this tiny women. I was right on her tail. I wasn't afraid of her.

We turned a corner that I'd remembered from having to get staples from. Was this the supply closet?

She opened the door and grabbed my wrist pulling me in with more physical strength then I'd given her credit for.

It was dark and she flicked the switch on. It was a regular broom closet and it had barely enough room for me. My shoulders were broad and almost touching both ends of the closet.

Miranda flicked on the light and our noses were practically touching.

"What do you think you are doing?" God her eyes are beautiful.

"What am I doing? Miss I don't care if they are watching! You just called me a model like a dumb blonde. I'm not your Emily I have a name. I thought I meant something-"

Miranda slapped me.

"How dare you lead me on and make me think that you care. I heard you talk about you and that cook boy. You don't want an old frigid bitch then that's fine. Do not punch a man in my honor and hold me at night."

My hand was on my cheek and a tear was brimming. I couldn't tell if it was from the force of her hand or what she was saying.

"You think I'm cheating on you?" She was about to say something but I interrupted.

"Miranda I'm falling in love with you why would I be with Nate?" She stopped mid sound.

"You what? I..I thought you said that you were-" She looked defensive more than shocked.

"Emily thought that I had a boyfriend and I was joking with Nigel. I'm not sucking anyone off. Well…."

She raised a perfect eyebrow. With a little teasing smirk.

"I'd like to possibly do something with you. But that's only if-" Miranda kissed me long and hard.

Our lips crashing together perfectly. I wanted to taste but she beat me to it.

I felt her tongue slide shyly against my bottom lip. I opened my mouth gladly smiling against her lips. Our tongues played against each other. It was the hottest kiss I'd ever had.

There was a knock on the door. We both jumped, I instinctively let go of Miranda like a teenager being caught with their hand up a girls skirt. She held me close and didn't let go.

"Yes" Her breath a little labored and I mentally high fived myself.

"Is everyone still alive in there?" Nigel was probably the bravest to come out to see if we were ok.

"Very funny Nigel but if you still want your job you will leave this instant and let me have my way with this model." I laughed and wrapped my hands around her waist. I guess I don't mind being called a model if it's for this fashionista I guess.

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