Chapter 3

Meanwhile, as Andrea was finding her way to the guest room, Miranda made her way into her bathroom, practically melting as the relaxing scents surrounded her. She quickly removed her clothing and slipped into the bathtub, leaning her head back against the edge as she hummed in pleasure. Between her nightmares about Stephen and resisting her developing feelings for Andrea, Miranda's body was relieved to rest and relax.

Miranda's thoughts kept coming back to Andrea: how beautiful she was, how soft her hands felt on her face, how strong her arms were wrapped around her body, how she wanted to taste her full lips, how she wanted her hands all over her body. Miranda slowly began caressing her own body, imagining Andrea touching her. She massaged her breasts and moaned as she ran her fingers over her highly aroused nipples. Her right hand moved farther down and she felt her swollen lips, her clitoris aching for touch. Miranda began to circle her hand and apply pressure while her breath quickened and her back arched. "Ohh, yes. So close. Yesyesyes, god yes. Oohh!" She shouted, not thinking that Andrea was in the house.

Andrea showered and wrapped herself in the wine-colored silk bathrobe hanging in her bathroom. She wandered downstairs to retrieve her bag and phone, and when she returned, she heard strange noises coming from Miranda's room. Immediately thinking the worst—that Miranda was injured or crying—she paused outside Miranda's door to listen. Miranda was moaning in a deep voice, almost growling, and Andrea could hear water splashing. Her body betrayed her. Listening to Miranda's moaning caused a sharp intake of breath as she felt wetness pooling between her legs.

Andrea squeezed her legs closer together in attempts to relieve her ache as she backed away from Miranda's door. Miranda couldn't have been masturbating, could she? Knowing Andrea was in the house? She decided to chalk it up to unfamiliar sounds in a strange house. Andrea quickly ran to the guest bedroom and shut the door behind her.

Miranda was flushed and her heart was beating very quickly when she heard a door slam. Andrea, she thought. Miranda quickly stepped out of the tub and dried off with the towel Andrea had left. She cinched her grey bathrobe tightly around her waist and used the towel to mop up the water that had splashed outside the bathtub. Glancing at herself in the mirror, she took a deep breath and stepped out of her bathroom, expecting to see Andrea. When she noticed the room was empty, she headed for the guest room.

"Andrea, are you alright?" Miranda asked, softly knocking on the guest room door. "Did you find everything you needed?"

Andrea was sitting on the bed when Miranda knocked. She opened the door as Miranda was about to turn the knob. "Yes, I did, thank you."

"Oh," Miranda said, drinking in the image of Andrea in a silk bathrobe, "Well, that's good. Um, were you—would you—I mean, I'm—" Miranda stammered.

The younger woman smiled at Miranda's newfound nervousness. "I'm not really tired yet," Andrea offered. "Would you like to sit and chat?"

Miranda stared at Andrea. How was it that she could read her mind like that? "Um, yes, I suppose."

"Great, come in. It can be like a sleepover."

Miranda smiled and followed Andrea into the guest room. They both climbed onto the bed and rearranged the pillows so they could comfortably lean against the headboard.

"So," Miranda began, "is there anything new with you, Andrea?"

Andrea laughed at Miranda's awkwardness in casual conversation. "Actually, I think my boyfriend is moving out."

"You think?"

"Well, I haven't seen him in at least a week, and my landlord is showing the place, so, I guess I'm pretty sure."

"I'm so sorry, Andrea."

"No, don't be. He was a jerk. I didn't love him."

"Why did he leave?" Miranda asked, quickly adding, "You don't have to answer that if you don't want to. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked."

"Don't be silly. I think he left because he suspected I had feelings for someone else."

"Were you seeing someone?"

"No, not like that."

"Oh. Well. I hope it works out for you and this other young man."

"Me too," Andrea said, turning to look at the woman who made her heart flutter. "And for what it's worth, it's a woman."

Miranda's eyes opened wide and she quickly blinked to hide any glimmer of hope she held. "Oh, I had no idea. Well, hopefully she is less of a jerk and it works out."

"Yes." Andrea answered. "What about you? What will you do now that Stephen has moved out?"

"Well, I hadn't quite thought about that. I guess I hoped he would come back."

"Do you want him back?"

"Not really," Miranda replied, "No, I think I would be happier without him."

"But don't you get lonely? I mean, sometimes?"

"Yes, but Stephen was no real solution for that. I don't know that I was ever attracted to him physically."

"So, I mean, were you two intimate? Did you ever orgasm?" Andrea asked, a blush creeping up her face.

"My, you are feeling bold. Yes, we were intimate, but no…I never orgasmed from him. Not without a little help anyway," Miranda added.

Andrea was taken back by the last remark, imaging the moans she heard earlier. "And you 'help' yourself often?"

Miranda practically choked on her breath as her face turned bright red. "As often as necessary," she said.

"Have you ever masturbated in the bathtub?" Andrea asked casually.

"Andrea! Were you standing at my door earlier?"

"Uh, maybe. I'm sorry, Miranda. I heard something and thought you were hurt or something, and then when I realized what was happening, I—I couldn't move."

Miranda smiled. "Did it turn you on, Andrea? Hearing me pleasure myself?"

"Oh god," Andrea groaned.

"Did it make you wet, Andrea?" Miranda whispered, leaning closer.

Andrea nodded her head as tears streaked down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry, Miranda. It was so inappropriate. I'm sorry. I'll leave—"

"No." Miranda said, reaching up to grab her wrist. "You will stay here. It is I who am being inappropriate—I'm sorry for pushing you. I should return to my own room."

"Miranda?"

"Yes."

"Can I tell you something?"

"Of course."

"The woman I have feelings for…it's…it's you."

Miranda's heart leapt at the young woman's declaration, but she didn't want to force anything, despite how much she desired the young girl's hands on her body. "I'm flattered. You know," Miranda said as she walked out of the guest room, "I have quite the reputation for rewarding boldness."

Andrea lay on the bed, tears streaming down her face. She just told her boss who happens to be The Miranda Priestly, that she had feelings for her. For Miranda, who has been upset over her husband's recent behavior. What on earth was she thinking? And what did Miranda say before leaving, that she rewards boldness? What on earth did that mean? Andrea's head was spinning until she finally realized. "Oh no, no way." She said aloud. "She wants me to make a move." Andrea got up from the bed and went into the bathroom. She had no makeup on, and her hair had dried in waves. There was no way Miranda would ever want her, Andrea thought. But she kept running over Miranda's words in her mind. Taking a deep breath, Andrea walked across the hall and opened Miranda's bedroom door.

Miranda was lying on top of her comforter, flipping through a magazine. She was wearing a long black silk nightgown, and she had taken her makeup off and was wearing her clear and black D&G reading glasses.

"Good evening, Andrea. What a pleasant surprise."

"I shouldn't have come," she said, turning around to leave the room.

"Do not be a fool, Andrea," Miranda said, tossing the magazine aside and walking to shut the bedroom door. "Take off the robe, make yourself comfortable."

This is it, Andrea thought, here goes. And she untied the belt of the robe, letting it fall in a pool at her feet. Miranda's eyes grew wide and dark as she hummed while running her eyes across Andrea's porcelain skin. "You—you are so beautiful, darling."

Andrea hesitated before taking a few steps closer to Miranda, pressing her hand to Miranda's cheek. They stood in silence, looking into one anothers eyes for several minutes before either moved. Andrea's eyes searched Miranda's for permission to go further, but Miranda was too overwhelmed by the presence of Andrea's naked body.

Miranda gasped as Andrea stepped an inch closer to her. "Please, Andrea. Touch me," Miranda moaned.

Andrea wrapped her other arm around Miranda's waist and pulled their bodies together while she let her other hand graze over the silk of Miranda's nightgown, cupping her breast.

Miranda maneuvered them back towards the bed and pressed Andrea down, crawling up her body. The younger woman moaned as Miranda proceeded to grind her hips. The feeling of silk against her body was exquisite, but she wanted to feel Miranda's skin.

Miranda could feel the wetness pooling between her legs as she twirled her hips on Andrea's sex. Andrea. "What have I done to deserve you, Andrea?" she asked as she softly caressed Andrea's body, her fingers trailing so lightly down her chin, across her collarbone, around her breasts, down her ribcage. Andrea shivered at the touch, and Miranda was instantly drawn to the hard peaks of her nipples.

She is so gentle, Andrea thought as Miranda kissed and licked and gently sucked on her breasts. But, Andrea wanted more. She wanted to possess the older woman. She reached up and ran her hands up and down Miranda's back all the way down to her butt. "I want to feel you," she said as she softly tugged on Miranda's silk garment. Miranda paused, then rose on her knees and pulled the nightgown off in one motion, letting it fall to the floor as she leaned over and turned the light off.

"Why did you do that?"

"Andrea, please." I'm old enough to be your grandmother, she thought, but didn't want to spoil the mood. Miranda returned her attention to Andrea's breasts as the younger woman's hands explored her body.

Andrea placed a finger under Miranda's chin, pulling her head up to meet her eyes as she wrapped her arms tightly around Miranda's body, forcing the older woman closer, their breasts pressed together.

"Ohhhhh," Miranda moaned at the contact. Andrea turned her head slightly and pressed her lips to Miranda's, tasting her mouth, sucking gently on her lower lip. Miranda returned the kiss with intense passion, wildly devouring Andrea's mouth, her tongue exploring every crevice.

Gasping for air, Miranda pulled back and rest her forehead against Andrea's. "You are amazing," Andrea whispered as she parted her legs enough to allow Miranda's right knee to drop between them. Andrea bent her right leg with her foot flat on the bed, her thigh against Miranda's ass. Miranda inhaled sharply as she instinctively began riding Andrea's leg, moaning in pleasure.

Andrea was incredibly aroused, watching Miranda move like that on her body, listening to the sounds she was making. Andrea unwrapped her arms, letting Miranda use her arms and apply more pressure to her juncture. with the newfound space between them, Andrea immediately reached up to massage Miranda's heavy breasts, pinching her nipples roughly.

"Oooh, yes! Harder," Miranda growled. Andrea took one of Miranda's nipples in her mouth and bit down, listening to Miranda screaming and panting in pleasure. "I'm….almost….there," Miranda panted.

Andrea reached down and squeezed Miranda's ass with her left hand as her right hand reached for her clitoris, through the stickiness on her leg. She pressed two fingers to Miranda's clit and watched as Miranda's eyes rolled back in her head, waves rolling through every inch of Miranda's body.

She took Miranda's shoulders and laid her softly on the bed, wrapping her own body around her as she continued to ride out her powerful orgasm. "I've got you, Miranda. My god, you're so beautiful," she whispered into her ear.

Minutes later, Miranda opened her eyes. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair was a damp mess. She couldn't look more beautiful, Andrea thought as she smiled brightly.

"I—I've never experienced anything so intense, Andrea," she said. "My god, what you do to me."

Andrea buried her head in Miranda's neck, placing light kisses and gently sucking at her collarbone. "You're so beautiful, you know that, right?"

Miranda rolled her eyes. "Darling, I am old. My skin is sagging and my hips and thighs will never be what they were when I was your age."

"Don't care," Andrea mumbled, her mouth focused on Miranda's neck.

"Andrea, look at me." Andrea sat up and looked over at Miranda. "Thank you for that experience. It was extraordinary. But you don't want me—you might think you do, but it will fade away. You need someone your own age, darling."

Tears formed in Andrea's eyes and slowly trickled down her cheeks. "But—you can't mean that."

"Andrea, stay here tonight. On Monday morning, you may choose to come back to work, or I can find you a new job with equal or better compensation."

"Miranda—you can't just—"

"I can, and I will." Miranda brushed her hand along Andrea's cheek. "Please don't cry. You know this is for the best."

Andrea was shocked. She was laying naked with Miranda in her bed, and Miranda was arranging her leave. "No, Miranda."

"What did you say?"

"I said NO. You can't push me out like everyone else. I don't know if you think it's inappropriate or if it's because I'm a woman, but damnit, Miranda. I love you. I enjoy your company. I've seen more of you than anyone else and you know it. Miranda, you can't deny what you feel for me, you know you want my body. Just let yourself be loved, for once, Miranda. Let me love you."

Miranda sat in silence, watching Andrea's eyes pleading with longing. In an instant she noticed them change, grow more distant.

"Miranda," she continued. "Maybe I'm looking at it all wrong. Maybe you don't feel anything for me. Maybe you can't stand me and that's why you want me gone. Maybe you were just using me, knowing how I felt about you, just for your own pleasure in your husband's absence. Maybe—"

"Andrea, please!" Miranda said, tears in her eyes as she turned on her side and caressed Andrea's face. "Darling, it's not that. I would never use you. I don't want you to leave, I was just reassuring you that you could if you wanted. And—" she choked back tears as she whispered the last part, "I do have feelings for you. Very strong feelings. Feelings I should never allow myself to cultivate towards an employee."

"Miranda, would it be better for you if I was working elsewhere?" Andrea asked.

"I don't know. It was the only thing I could think of. Yes, of course it would feel less unprofessional and risque, but I don't know what I would do if I didn't see you everyday."

"I know what you mean. Well, what if I simply worked in a different department at Runway and didn't report directly to you? Would that be suitable?"

"You know," Miranda said, her eyes lighting up, "I think that would work." Miranda paused before continuing. "You really are serious, aren't you? You actually want a relationship—with me? The Dragon Lady? The Ice Queen? You want to put yourself through that?"

"Miranda, yes. I do. I know you, and I've seen you when the horns come out. I want all of you."

"Oh Andrea, you are too good to be true. While you're still employed by me, though, you will need to contact Leslie and have her draw up my divorce papers—immediate separation, and divorce as soon as possible, I would think. We had a prenup, so there should be no snags."

"And after I do that?" Andrea asked.

"I expect you right back here next to me in this bed," Miranda said, grinning.

"I think Leslie can wait until the sun comes up at least," Andrea said as she flipped Miranda on her back and began assaulting her body with kisses, trailing from her neck down to her pulsating core. Andrea kissed Miranda's sex, her teeth grazing over her clit sending a shiver up Miranda's spine.

Miranda laughed as she wrapped her fingers in Andrea's hair, "Oh darling, you will be the death of me!"

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