"Andreá," Miranda's voice drifted into the outer office and the brunette quickly stood- notepad and ballpoint pen in hand, and made her way into her office.
"Yes, Miranda?" It wasn't a question. No one dared to ever ask Miranda Priestly an actually question. She spoke only to let the older woman know she was ready for her long list of commands.
But no command came.
The editor gazed up from the papers on her desk, and let her azure
eyes trail over Andrea's body- From the top of her head to her new Jimmy Choo boots.
There was a beat and Andrea never met the other's gaze.
"Lock the door, Andreá." Immediately, the brunette's coffee liquor eyes grew wide.
"W-What?"
"Did you fall down and smack your little head on the pavement?" Andrea slowly shook her head.
"N-no.. I j-just—"
"Then shut and lock the door."
"Y-yes, Miranda."
TBC
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Romance\\Friends with benefits is never a good idea, one of you is bound to fall for the other//
