An Unexpected Request

Chapter 2

Andrea Sachs sighed and wrung her hands nervously. As soon as the Mercedes stopped, the young woman took a deep breath, squared her shoulders and opened the luxury vehicle door, not making a point of waiting for the driver.

Roy looked at her quizzically. He knew Andy had gone back to spending time with the twins, but tonight, Miranda would be home. His gaze then became apprehensive.

"Good night, Andy," the man didn't disguise his concern.

The young reporter gave him a tight smile.

"Thanks... Good night, Roy," she replied in a weak voice, and with unsteady steps, Andy went through the entrance passageway of the exquisite townhouse.

She sighed heavily and pressed the doorbell.

The door opened immediately.

Miranda.

"Good night Andrea," the name sounded in that characteristic heavy accent.

To her dismay, the young reporter felt the familiar shiver down her spine, this time, accompanied by a blush.

Miranda obviously noticed Andy's reaction and raised her eyebrows, causing the young woman, if possible, to turn even redder.

The editor's lips curved slightly at the corners in a rehearsal of a victorious smile. Her intense blue-green eyes began to move slowly over Andrea, assessing. As they reached the black Chanel boots, her eyebrows arched, and her gaze grew brighter.

"Come in," her tone came out low and a little husky.

Apparently, Miranda was pleased with her former assistant's choice.

In addition to the famous boots, Andy wore a Miu Miu skirt just above her knees, La Perla socks, a long-sleeved Prada blouse and a Gucci jacket, as well as a charming Burberry beret. All in black. As accessories Andy had a Bottega Veneta shoulder bag and a gold Emporio Armani necklace and earrings. Her hair was carefully brushed and the soft makeup completed the ensemble.

Andy couldn't respond verbally, she just nodded, walking into the house. Though she was intentionally using various items from her time in Runway, Miranda's acceptance was stirring her up in a dangerously worrisome way.

The editor offered her right hand.

Andy stared at the woman, her face reddening again.

Miranda rolled her eyes.

"Your coat, your beret," her tone was exasperated.

"Oh...!" Andy mentally kicked herself, and she finally handed the items to Miranda. The older woman took them from her carefully, and placed them in the closet under the stairs.

Andy's brain was a little slow. In fact, she was exhausted. She had been thinking a lot, about a lot of things at once. Plus, Miranda's presence—beautiful, calm, and teasingly in control—wasn't helping.

Andy's reasoning might have fallen short, but to her alarm, certain parts of her body were quite active...

She had justly escaped from these 'things', and now she was back in the dragon's lair!

"The girls-," Miranda was interrupted by the little redheads.

"Andy!" The sisters yelled as they ran down the stairs.

Miranda started to protest the rush, but stopped when she saw the joy on her daughters' faces.

Andy released all the tension and welcomed them with a big smile and open arms, which were soon filled with happy twins.