Killer Heels and Prada

Chapter 3

Miranda was back in the car and was waiting for Roy to come and open her door for her. When suddenly she heard and felt a loud noise and was on fire. She was burning and she was screaming. She could here some one calling her "Miranda...Miranda....Miranda!" She woke with a start and sat straight up in bed breathing slowly. James exhaled in relief "It was a nightmare, no one is in here hurting her." he thought. "Miranda it's all right it was just a bad dream, I'm here and your safe." he said. Miranda realized he had his hands on her shoulders and she moved away quickly. "Yes James I can see that I am fine. I thought I told you that my room was off limits?" she said coldly. "Listen you highness, your room is supposed to be off limits but when It's 3 a.m. and I hear screaming coming from your room, it's my job to get up and make sure you are all right." he said. "You searched my room earlier with my permission and found nothing harmful in here, so why would you assume something was terribly wrong now?" she started to dismiss him but James retaliated too quickly. "Damn it Miranda I know you have a hard time listening to explanations but in this case you are going to listen to this one because it's one you need to hear!" He said as he stood up in front of her. "Yes, I checked your room, I couldn't find anything, and there isn't anything in here now obviously because it would have killed you by now. But that doesn't mean that there wasn't a chance that I could have missed something earlier, I don't know how this guy's mind works, he has done something slightly different with each editor and if he has saved you for last I can only guess that you are the one he is really anxious for, you know saving the best for last. So we have no idea just how cleaver he is, so that's why I came running in here, there was still a chance I missed something, not a large one but a chance, I'm speaking with the police and getting extra security measures tomorrow to station outside the house." he said and sat back down on her bed. Miranda noticed that he was just inches away from her. He laid his hand on top of hers gently "I will protect you Miranda." he said seriously. Miranda sniffed "yes, very well you will be pleased to know that I work from home on Saturdays and Sundays so I won't be going anywhere this weekend, now go back to your room and get some sleep as you can see I'm fine." James got up and walked towards the door "Good Night Miranda" he said and walked out. He went down the hall and back to his room. She had certainly acted like she was fine. "Why do I get the feeling that she isn't though?" he thought and climbed back into bed. Miranda had waited a good five minutes before she crept out of bed and down the stairs and moved into the room where Patricia slept. "Patricia, here girl." she called. Patricia woke up and wagged her tail. "come on girl." she said. Patricia followed Miranda back up the stairs and into her room. Miranda got back in bed and patted a spot next to her. "Come Patricia it's all right you can get on the bed with me." Patricia jumped up and laid down beside Miranda "Good Girl." Miranda said and scratched her head. Several minutes later she was once again asleep.

Miranda woke again at 7 am and got up and let Patricia out of her room. Then she showered, dressed in slacks and a white low cut top, stilettos, did her hair and make up and went downstairs to find James in the kitchen. James couldn't help but look at her cleavage. There was no denying that he wanted her "You want most of the women you protect or work with." he admitted to himself "What is this?' Miranda said motioning to the ingredients all over the kitchen counter. "I'm making Belgium waffles for breakfast." he said simply. Miranda rolled her eyes. "Now listen here your highness I can guarantee you it will not hurt you to eat one or two of these, that gorgeous ass of yours won't loose it's shape over a couple of waffles and a little syrup for breakfast." he smirked when he saw her glare at him. "Don't be like that I'm male and if you didn't want people staring you shouldn't wear stuff like that." he said. "Stuff" she hissed. "this is not stuff, it is clothing, made by designers from around the world. Designers who have clawed their way to the top with nothing but sheer ambition driving them on, this is not stuff this is there life's work." she said coldly. "Ok note to self never say stuff" he thought. He did looked slightly stung and Miranda smirked at that. Miranda walked over and got her coffee and then turned to James and said "No, one waffle will not hurt me." James smirked and finished making breakfast.