Nothing but an affair

Chapter 1

So I'm totally obsessed with DWP and I needed to write this.

Mirandy obviously.

I don't own the characters or the movie, I did this for fun only.If I get readers and someone wants me to continue this then I will, if not it will stay a one shot.

Enjoy xx

(This is also on fanfiction.net)

The way she would just sit there, coffee in hand looking at a bunch of random papers, totally ignoring everything around her. The way her eyes wouldn't give Andrea even a second glance was making the young woman feel extremely annoyed.

She was used to be ignored around her boss, she was used to being humiliate and stepped on, but after Paris she thought something would have changed.

Truly she had thought about leaving Miranda alone that night, leave her to deal with her problems and get the hell out of there, run for her life, to keep herself sane.

However, she made one simple mistake, she looked back. Then her eyes met blue and she was lost.

She turned back as quickly as the 5 inch heels allowed her, in two seconds she was already standing beside Miranda, keeping t he journalists away. For a split second she thought she saw relief in her boss' face but she had to be imagining it. Relief, or gratitude were two things she was sure The Dragon knew nothing about.

Two months had passed and Miranda Priestly was treating her even worse than before. Andrea found herself thinking if coming back hadn't been her worst mistake so far.

"Andréa... you're staring" the older woman stated without even moving her eyes from her desk.

It was amazing how Andrea could feel those dark blue eyes piercing through her when they weren't even looking at her.

There was something about that woman's voice, the way she would let out every single vowel like they were some sort of deep secret to everyone else's ears.

"I...hmm... I'm sorry M.." Andrea stammered trying to find something to say that wouldn't make her sound like a total idiot.

"That's all". There it was, Miranda letting her know that her time was over, that she should remove herself immediately. The words were followed by a quick wave of a too perfectly manicured hand.

For more than once while working for Miranda, Andrea wished she could just go straight ahead and slap the woman in front of her.

Being dismissed like that every single day was something she got used to but the Miranda's indifference towards her presence was still as unbearable as it was on her first day of work.

Andrea walked straight to the door and for a split second she could almost feel Miranda watching her every step, she didn't dare, however to look back to confirm her theory.

The young second assistant stepped out of the editor's office closing the door behind her firmly as if she was afraid Miranda would for some weird reason follow her.

Before going towards her desk the brunette grabbed a coffee hoping it would help still her shaking hands.

She was about to sit when that usual deep velvet voice called her name once more. In two seconds Andrea's hand was already turning Miranda's door knot.

"Did James' office call?" the older woman asked once more not even sparing Andrea a single glance of those glacial blue eyes.

"No Miranda"