All I want Is You 7/?
... TWO STEPS BACK.
A Week Later.
Andy finished up her AUTO UNIVERSE work and decided that enough was enough. She and Miranda have been dancing around each other for weeks now and she was getting sick of it.
Today was the day she was going to bite the bullet and take control of the situation. She needed to know if there was any hope for a future relationship with Miranda.
Taking a deep breath she stepped out of the elevator onto the RUNWAY floor just as her phone buzzed.
Looking down she saw a text from Caroline.
Hey Andy! Our school is having a bake sale today! Cassidy and I were wondering if you would like to stop by?!
Needing a break away from work she agreed. Sounds great. Thanks for the invite! I'll pop by soon :)
Awesome as!
Putting her phone back into her pocket she pushed through the heavy doors into her old working area. She stopped short upon seeing Elise who was standing by her desk, swaying slightly.
“Woah, Elise.” Andy said, taking the woman in her arms and guiding the blonde to her desk chair. “Big night last night?” She laughingly asked, knowing the assistant loved to throw 'em back.
“I wish!” Elise groggily said, barely able to speak. “The flu! I haven't had the flu since I was thirteen!”
“You're burning up.” Andy said, this being evident because of the beads of sweat on Elise's forehead.
“I know, but I'm absolutely freezing!” Elise replied, rubbing her bare arms.
“You need to go home and straight to bed.” Andy responded. “You'll only get worse otherwise.”
“I can't!” Elise freaked out. “Miranda fired the new assistant and now I have to find yet another one so my task load isn't crazily full again and that's when she isn't on my back about this and that, where did she put her invitation to Valentino's party, what was the restaurant called where they went for dinner, where are the gifts for Cassidy and Caroline’s birthday next month… she was supposed to have them this week to make sure the order wasn’t stuffed up, why are her eggs not here yet, Oh no, she didn’t want that for lunch she wanted spaghetti and meatballs instead... she's absolutely insane!”
Andy bit the inside of her lip. “I know.” But completely loveable. She thought, smirking. “Look, regardless you need to go home.”
“She'll fire me!”
“That would be stupid because then she won't have anyone. All she'll want is for you to get better. Now, come on, I'll put you into a car.”
Elise, remaining quiet because she was too sick to continue arguing, stood up on shaking legs and followed after her.
“Is this everything you need to take home?” Andy asked, collecting the assistant’s things.
“I guess so.” Elise replied, in a daze so much so Andy had to keep a steady hand on her the whole way down to the car.
“Make sure she gets inside safely please!” Andy firmly, but gently, said to the driver before he pulled out into the traffic.
Grinning from ear to ear she walked over to her car and got in. “DALTON school, please.” She said as she put her seatbelt on before taking a handful of Jellybeans, fresh ones this time, into her mouth.
“It's great to have you back, Andy.”
“Roy!” Andy said, having not looked at who her driver was. “It's been so long!”
“Too long! I finally have my car buddy back who actually speaks to me!” Roy responded, continuing. “How good was that fantasy football end of last year?!”
“Oh man, that was soooo good!” Andy replied, and continued speaking to Roy all the way to DALTON.
~*~
Miranda looked up from putting money into the portable cash register and was shocked to see who stood before her. “Andrea. What are you-“
“Caroline invited me. I hope that's alright.”
“Um... yes.” Miranda replied, picking up a cupcake from their bake-sale stall. “Cupcake?”
“I'd love one. Or three.” Andrea laughingly replied, accepting the small plate. “This frosting looks amazing!”
Miranda watched Andrea take a bite, those perfect brown eyes fluttering shut, and a soft moan escaping those luscious lips. Oh bloody hell! A shiver of arousal went through her.
“Andy!” The twins excitedly said, running back over. “I'm so glad you could come!” They said in unison.
“Do you like Mom's cupcake?!”
“She's the greatest baker!”
Andrea turned to her looking surprised. “Your Mom made all these?!” She questioned, looking from her and down to the table at the array of cupcakes not to mention there were still stacks in large containers underneath the table.
“Yep! All of them!”
“Well...” Andrea licked her lips. “I love it even more.”
The girls were delighted by those words, so was she, as Andrea looked at her again and winked.
Feeling her cheeks reddening and knowing the girls had seen she cleared her throat and was thankful when an older couple walked over who ordered a dozen. She packed a box with what she couldn't believe were shaking hands due to the way the brunette beauty made her feel and handed it over whilst Caroline took their money passing it to Cassidy who put it with the rest of what they've made so far.
A whole group of students came over seconds later stopping Andrea who had been about to speak, halting that gorgeous voice. The whole time she was serving the hungry students she felt the brunette watching her. “Thanks again.” She said before the kids went bounding off, stuffing their faces with cake. “You were going to say something.” She spoke as she counted the money before putting it in the cash register.
“I'm just glad I was able to come here and see you.”
Miranda’s heart skipped a beat. “I see.”
“Yeah. I also thought I should come tell you that I went into RUNWAY and found Elise at her desk, barely able to stand. She did not look good at all. I told her to go home to rest and that I'll take over her duties.”
Eyes widening Miranda didn't know what to say. “Oh.”
“So... is there anything I could do for you?!”
Those words were very suggestive. Kiss me, hold me, make my desires come true. Clearing her throat she spoke. “There's a load of things on the schedule that needs to be done at the office.”
“I'll get right on it.” Andrea happily replied.
“Are you sure...”
“Very sure, I'm glad to be able to help as I've finished the rest of my work and I wasn't going to have anything else to do until late next week.”
Miranda had a feeling that today was going to be the day. They have danced around each other long enough because she hasn't been able to make her mind up. “If you're so sure then I can't stop you.”
“Great. I'll see you later then.”
“Are you leaving?” The girls pouted.
“Sorry, kiddos, there's work to be done!” Andrea replied, looking back to the cupcakes longingly.
“Here.” Miranda held out a small box.
“Oh, I can't aff-“
“It's on the house.” Miranda cut the brunette off watching as Andrea grinned another gorgeous smile.
“Thank you, Miranda.” Andrea replied, looking to the girls. “These are the best treats I've ever had.”
They grinned widely at her, and Miranda's heart raced.
“See you later.” Andrea said, their eyes connecting as she pulled out one of the cupcakes as she turned around. “Oh, sooo good!” She hummed, looking over her shoulder.
Sweet Jesus. Miranda thought as her whole body buzzed with desire. She was again thankful when another group came over to distract her from her thoughts. “How many would you like?”
~*~
Andy forgot what a real pain it was to wait late into the night for the RUNWAY mock-up. She was becoming incredibly impatient. She wanted to be in the car already on the way to the townhouse where she would finally, hopefully, see Miranda again.
Huffing in frustration she sat back down at her desk after having snuck a shot of whisky from Miranda's drink trolley, and flipped open the box of cupcakes. She had two left. I really shouldn't. She thought as she reached out to pick one up, ate it, before taking the other. Oh, you're such a devil, Miranda Priestly!
Just as she finished eating the second glorious cupcake she licked her lips as Samuel came through the doors.
“Books ready!”
“Oh, thank god!” Andy said, jumping up from her old desk that she'll be situated these next few days whilst Elise recuperates. Just the thought made her giddy. She couldn't wait to be by Miranda's side again every single day! Well, a few days at least, but still... She grinned from ear to ear as she practically skipped to the elevator.
~*~
A Little While Later.
“Andrea.”
At her name being softly called out Andy looked up, heart skipping a beat just like it had that first and only time the RUNWAY editor had called her into the back of the house. Lips curving she closed the door to the closet, picked The Book back up, and walked down the polished floor boards to the sitting room which was empty. “Errr...” she looked around, not wanting to enter any further without the editors say so.
“In the kitchen.”
Walking closer into the magnificent kitchen Andy found Miranda moving from the island counter, which had a chopping board full of diced vegetables, to the stove-top. “Hi!”
Miranda began stirring whatever was in the saucepan, remaining quiet.
Biting her lip, Andy broke the silence. “Here is The Book. Was there something else you needed?”
“Nothing of importance with Runway.”
“Oh. Okay then.” Andy replied, looking around, waiting for the usual “that’s all” dismissal. “That, ah, that smells really great.” She spoke a few seconds later when no dismissal came.
Though at her compliment Miranda shook her head. “There's something missing and I can't put my finger on it.” She spoke, pulling the wooden spoon away from her mouth.
“Oh.”
“Try some, tell me what it needs.” Miranda said, holding out the wooden spoon that had a tomatoey looking sauce.
Oh god. Andy thought, staring at the wooden spoon, the same spoon the older woman had just wrapped her mouth around. “Okay.” She said, glad her voice didn't squeak as her feet moved closer to the glamourous older woman.
Biting her lip at their close proximity which they were sharing not inside the elevator this time but inside the privacy of Miranda's home! Her heart was absolutely racing as the older woman watched her closely, waiting with patience for her to taste the sauce.
Unable to believe this moment was happening she reached out to take hold of the wooden spoon, the Runway editor moving her hand away but not before their fingers lingered, those gorgeous blues looking down to her mouth that she took the wooden spoon into and not even a second later her tastebuds exploded.
“Oh, wow!” Andy said, humming in delight, instantly wanting more. “That is insanely good!”
Miranda raised an eyebrow, not looking convinced. “Really? You're off the clock now. I'm not going to fire you if you don't like it.”
“Honestly, this is so, so good! Nothing needs to be added to it. I could eat a whole bowl of it like it were soup.” Andy replied, and without being able to help herself she went in for a second taste. “Not only are you a great baker but you're a fantastic cook!”
At her compliment Miranda opened her mouth however nothing but air came out seemingly lost for words.
~*~
Looking into Andrea's soulful brown eyes she saw the sincerity. “That's very kind of you to say.”
“It's my pleasure.” Andrea replied as Miranda reached out for the wooden spoon, taking it as their fingers brushed again. This time the brunette couldn't control the gasp which escaped those luscious lips as those soft, soft fingers touched her own.
~*~
Their eyes connected once more and she saw a flicker of emotion go through the Runway editor’s eyes.
It was now or never. Biting down on her lip as she reached up with her left hand to trail her fingers down that flawless face.
Opening her mouth she was about to inform the editor she was about to kiss her, but wasn't able to utter a word when the sound of banging on the front door was heard. She instantly frowned. That didn't sound like normal knocking and she instantly knew something was wrong.
“NYPD! Open up!”
Both women watched as the same expression crossed their faces.
“What are the police doing here?” Andy whispered.
“That's a very good question. My girls are upstairs safe and sound...” Miranda responded as she followed the older woman down the hall as the banging continued.
The editor opened the door to see a group of Police waiting on the other side.
“What the fuck is going on?” Andy knew it wasn't her place, but she couldn't help but ask.
“Miranda Priestly. I have a warrant to search the premises.” A male officer with a hardened face spoke, holding up the piece of paper which Andy couldn’t help but snatch out of his hand, her old learning Lawyer attitude being instinctive. “Anything you do or say that gets in our way will result in you being brought back to the precinct for questioning.”
Miranda scoffed at the absurd words. “A search warrant? What on earth for?!” The shock and confusion clear as day in her voice and facial feature. “I have done nothing wrong!” The older woman firmly said as officers walked past them.
“Your ex-husband, Eric Easton, have you seen him? Is he currently here?”
“What? Eric, here? No. He hasn't been here in weeks. What has hap-“ Miranda stopped talking as she noticed the police began wandering upstairs. “My girls are asleep in their bedroom!” She loudly said, following after them. “You cannot barge in there frightening them like this!”
“Do you live here?” One of the police members asked Andy as she heard the sound of Cassidy and Caroline's frightened voices.
“Mommy! What's going on?!”
“It's alright, girls, we have done nothing wrong. There seems to be a misunderstanding with your Father.” Miranda loudly said over the chatter and noise of the police before turning back around to look at her.
Do you live here? God, I wish! Andy thought but did not say.
“She's my-“
“Let her speak for herself.” The officer firmly cut Miranda off.
Miranda instantly snapped her mouth shut, glaring at the officer.
“I'm a writer for RUNWAY and currently Miranda's part-time assistant, I was here dropping her dry cleaning off.”
“And is that all you were doing here?”
Andy furrowed her brows. “Ah. Yes.”
“And do you come here often?”
“Not often. Like I said I am Miranda's part-time assistant and I fill in whenever is necessary.”
“And each time you're here have you ever seen any suspicious activity?”
“Suspicious...” Andy trailed off, shaking her head. “No, the house is always quiet, I come in, walk straight to this closet-“ she pointed beside her. “And straight back outside.”
“So, you come in here and go straight to the closet and then back outside?”
“Yes.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
“I'm sorry?” Andy asked.
“You don't have a little bit of a snoop?” The officer asked.
“I was raised better than that.” Andy responded, pissed off by that question.
“Whose bag is this?” An officer from down in the kitchen asked.
Looking she saw the officer holding her bag. Shit, she forgot she had put it on the island counter. “That's mine.”
“But you said you come to this closet and straight back out and not down to the kitchen.”
Andy opened her mouth, unsure what to say, and was thankful when Miranda reappeared.
“I needed help with getting a bowl from the top shelf and she's taller than me.” Miranda bluffed, shrugging. "So, I called her down."
“We are going to need to search your bag.” The police officer said beginning to do so.
Andy's eyes widened.
“She is not a part of any of this!” Miranda said, anger clearly boiling up as they continued to question her like she was some kind of pawn in all of this. “She hasn't even met Eric!”
“Actually, surveillance footage shows she has.”
Miranda raised an eyebrow, turning to Andrea with confused eyes.
“I dropped the girls off to him a couple of times. They've always wanted to continue talking and so it was a way we could do so and I only ever did it when I wasn't busy with something when I used to be your full time assistant.” Andy nervously explained. “Each time was very brief."
~*~
Well, that was news to Miranda. Most assistant's didn't talk to Eric or Cara when delivering the girls to them. She waved Andrea's words away. “Still, she doesn't deserve to be treated like this.” She said just as she heard a clashing sound down from the back of the house as two officers came from upstairs.
“Multiple neighbours have confirmed he was here for two hours on Wednesday.” A female officer said as she walked into the house.
That was news to her. She watched as they rifled through her cabinets in the second closet along the hall way. “What on earth are you looking for?! What has Eric done?!”
However the police didn't reply.
“There's a secret door on the second floor office.” The officers on the staircase said.
“Yes! That is my room where I keep all the issues that have ever been printed of RUNWAY.”
“As true as that might be we still need access.”
Miranda wanted to scream as they began walking back upstairs. She knew she needed to follow so she turned to Andrea who was watching as her bag began being rifled through. “You have no right to go through that!” She angrily said but her words fell on deaf ears. She heard cupboards slamming shut from down the kitchen causing her to look that way and saw things had been pulled out of the cupboards and left on the counters for her to clean up.
Wanting to growl she turned back to what the two young male police officers for ogling over which they had found in Andrea's bag. Her eyes widened, heart raced for two different reasons, as she stared at the silver bullet vibrator that the officers put on the side table, smirking and whispering to themselves. “That's quite enough!” She snapped, snatching Andrea's JAMES HOLT hand bag from the officers. “You have violated my employee’s privacy enough.”
“It's okay.” Andrea softly said, quickly picking up her few items she'd had inside her bag along with that other object that Miranda's heart still raced at seeing.
“No. it's not okay.” Miranda firmly said, looking towards the officers glaringly as she walked with Andrea into the foyer where thankfully it was empty. “I am appalled by how they have treated you. I am sorry.”
Andrea held her hands up. “Miranda, you have nothing to be apologising for. The pigs need to be doing the apologising.”
Nodding Miranda watched as Andrea put her bag over her shoulder. “I need to be getting upstairs to open up the room.”
“Of course.” Andrea responded, their eyes connecting.
“Can you call-“
“Leslie. Already onto that.” Andrea replied, pulling out her phone. “And if there's anything else you need you know how to reach me.” The brunette said, reaching out, taking her hand and squeezing. “Please call, no matter how minuscule it is you need. I want to be here for you.”
Miranda simply nodded as the door opened and another lot of police came through. “You've got to be joking.” She said as Andrea quickly pulled her hand away. “This is absurd! Why won't any of you tell me what this is all about!”
“I'll see you later.” Andrea said, and she nodded in acknowledgment to the brunette before following the police upstairs unable to believe this was happening.
~*~
Nine Days Later.
Miranda made her way down to RUNWAY after having a meeting with the board members when the lift stopped at AUTO UNIVERSE and the brunette beauty who she hasn't seen since the whole sauce moment and police incident occurred. Her heart skipped a beat.
“A week and a half and we finally get to see each other.” Andrea cheerfully said as she entered the elevator. “I completely understand why we haven't been able to talk and see each other.”
Miranda knew that now was not the time to enter a relationship with Andrea what with all the police and media attention. Life was even crazier now thanks to Eric stealing millions of dollars not just from his clients - she had also found out that some of her own accounts had been emptied as well as the girls' trust funds and also the funds that were to be used so they could go to University. That was what angered her the most. She could get over the fact he had stolen from her but from his own daughters?! It made her sick to the stomach.
“How are you?”
I don't even know anymore. Miranda thought. “Fine.” She replied, not looking at Andrea. She wouldn't be able to live with herself if she brought Andrea into this whole mess.
“Ah, well... I know its awkward timing, but I have some good news.” Andrea spoke.
Miranda remained quiet.
“Bryan has asked me to go to the European car show next week in Milan. The same time you'll be there for fashion week. Who knows... we might even bumb into each other!” The excitement of that prospect was so evident in Andrea's voice.
Miranda herself loved the idea, but dismissed the thought straight away. “Well, as pleasant as that would be I will mostly be in one showing to the next. Not to mention all the dinners I have. You'll be just as busy. There's lots of sightseeing to be done also.”
~*~
Andy had to control herself from frowning. Every time she looked into Miranda's eyes she could swear the stunning older woman felt the same way she does but her words always told her otherwise. It's nothing but a hopeless crush going nowhere. She thought, sighing as she rubbed her forehead.
“Have you got a headache?”
“No, just frustrated with myself.” Andy replied, thankfully the doors opened and she exited onto a random floor as another individual stopped upon seeing the elevator was occupied by Miranda Priestly. “I'll leave you to it. I hope my new article is okay.” And with that she walked away feeling absolutely deflated and pretending she had a reason to be on this floor. She walked over to the receptionist who looked at her politely and asked what she needed. Why on earth did you have to fall in love with Miranda Priestly?! Of all the people in the world! Really Sachs?! How friggen stupid.
~*~
All day Miranda couldn't get Andrea's sudden change in behaviour out of her mind. The brunette should be on cloud nine that she was going to Milan. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity for her. Though she knew Andrea’s mood change was due to her dismissing the idea of seeing each other overseas. It was so absurd to her that Andrea had a thing for her. Why in the world did she have to pick me?! She asked herself. Even though she continued telling herself she was too old, that it could never work out especially now amongst all this Eric drama and the never ending world of fashion. There would be no time for there to be an us. She thought. That's one of the reasons it never worked with both Eric and Stephen! Not that she had tried too hard in her marriage with the latter husband. With Eric it had been different, they'd been best friends for years prior to being married.
Knowing she should do the right thing and let Andrea know she pulled out her phone and opened up a new text message.
Andrea, due to the current circumstances I think it's best we keep our distance... until it all blows over with Eric. She typed, before erasing those last seven words, and sent the message. She had to be mature about this, and she was doing it for Andrea.
~*~
Doug looked up at her as she entered the apartment. “Uh oh. What happened?” He asked, seeing the hurt and disappointment on her face.
“This!” Andy replied, practically throwing Doug her phone.
"Andrea, due to current circumstances I think it's best we keep our dist-" Doug stopped reading, looking up at her. "Oh, sweetie!"
“I give up!” Andy replied, throwing her hands into the air, but even though she said these words she knew deep down she would continue to try as she never knew when to stop, an annoying trait she got from the Sachs genes.
“Didn't you mention there's a shoot happening tomorrow at Central Park that she's going to be at?” Doug asked, putting the phone onto the coffee table and picking up his beer.
“That's if something else doesn't come up.” Andy replied, accepting the beer Doug had waiting for her.
“I will take the afternoon off work, come to the shoot, and have a word to her.”
“You can't.” Andy replied, rubbing her face. “As much as I hate it, it makes sense for us to keep the distance for the meantime. I can only hope it is just for the meantime while all the crazy Eric business is going on and that Miranda doesn't retreat back into her shell.”
~*~
THE NEXT DAY
Central Park.
“Oh. Em. Gee! Who is he?!” Doug asked.
“Who?” Andy asked, looking up from her phone, looking around and spotted her best friends type. Young, blonde, and muscly.
“Him!” Doug pointed.
Andy changed eye direction and was incredibly surprised by who she saw. “Nigel?”
“Ooooh, I like the name!”
“He's not your normal type.”
“Oh Andy, I gave up on types ages ago and you would have known this had you been listening instead of day dreaming about Miranda Priestly.” Doug softly said, mindful of where they were.
“I always listen to you!” Andy said, nudging her friend.
“Whatever. He's got such a sexy vibe going on.” Doug continued staring at Nigel.
“Can we focus on the task at hand here please?” Andy asked with a frustrated tone. “Not to mention you’ve practically got a boyfriend!”
“He isn’t my boyfriend. We’re just friends… with benefits. And yes, I have been concentrating!”
“Have not.” Andy replied, smirking as she looked around to find the RUNWAY editor. “There she is.” She spoke, her breath catching.
Doug turned to where she was looking. “Oh, she is divine!” he said, in awe. “Alright! Stay here until I signal you over when I scratch behind my ear.”
“Are you sure about this?” Andy asked, suddenly nervous.
“You want me to figure out she’s into you so of course I’m sure about this!” Doug replied, rolling his eyes as he began walking away.
~*~
“Hi there, Miranda. I'm a really huge fan, and we've actually met before.”
“That is fantastic to hear. What would you like signed this time?” Miranda asked, not looking up from the email she was reading, not in the mood to be chatting with a fan however genuine they were.
“Oh no, you've already signed something for me a couple years ago, but I'm standing here with you today because I'm looking for my friend, Andy Sachs. Do you know where I can find her?”
Miranda looked up then at the handsome face. She could tell he definitely had a charm about him. “I don't think Andrea is here yet.” She replied, having given the brunette random errands so she didn't have to see her. If she saw her then she would want to break her guard. It was incredibly hard for her to keep this facade up when she desperately wanted to give in to temptation.
“Oh, we were going to go for lunch.”
“What did you say your name was?” Miranda questioned, looking at the man who looked familiar.
“Doug. We met outside of Latifah in 2004.”
Miranda's eyes widened then. She had been to that club because of Nigel's birthday. “Yes, you approached me while I was waiting at the curb.”
“Yeah! I complimented you on the ring you had been wearing on your thumb.” Doug responded, itching his ear.
“Ah, yes, that's right.” Miranda replied, smiling and it was an actual real smile. “How do you know Andrea?”
As if having heard her name the brunette beauty appeared in all her gorgeous glory. She had to fight the urge to look down at what Andrea was wearing.
“Hi, Miranda!” Andrea cheerfully spoke like usual.
“Andrea.” Miranda replied, licking her lips, their eyes lingering longer than she would have preferred. Clearing her throat she was about to speak when Andrea's friend beat her to it.
“I finally get to be properly introduced to your boss!” Doug said, smiling widely, looking to Andrea.
“Miranda, this is my best friend Doug.” Andrea said, absolutely glowing as she looked to her friend.
“The pleasure is all mine!” Doug chimed in, holding out a hand. “I swear this one here can never stop banging on about you! You've definitely won the lotto with this one! Our Andy here will stick by your side for life if you let her!”
Raising an eyebrow Miranda had a feeling this was all a set-up. “Is that so?”
“Oh, definitely! She's the greatest gal I know! And do I even have to mention how much of a real looker she is!”
“Ah, ha! Doug-“ Andrea nervously laughed, avoiding eye contact with her. “Don't you have to get back to that job of yours?”
“I'm here so we can go for lunch, remember? Did you forget again? Oh sweetie.” Doug turned to Miranda. “There's someone she likes and I swear that's all she can think about these days!”
“Right, well I have work to do. It was nice to see you again.” Miranda said, looking to Doug and smiled politely before briefly looking at Andrea who was biting the inside of her lip. “Oh and I need that piece for the Egyptian spread.”
“So soon?” Andrea asked.
“Yes. That's all.” Miranda spoke, before heading for the accessories area. She pulled out her phone as she walked and brought up her text message thread with Andrea. I know what you are trying to do, and it's not going to work. She typed, her thumb hovering over the send button.
Biting her lip she decided against it, erased the message and shut her phone, leaving Andrea alone. She was amused by how the brunette got her friend to tag along to sus out if the attraction wasn't just one sided. Alas though she couldn't afford to fall into Andrea's spell right now when soon enough she would have to be attending Court in regards to this whole Eric mess he has stupidly created. You really are stupider than I thought. She thought, knowing that Eric has always had a problem with gambling but she never in a million years expected it to get this bad. Even after all the money he stole he still has hundreds of people that he’s in debt to, and some of those people she would never want to be in the same room as. Gangland figures. Thank you so much for possibly endangering the girls' lives!
~*~
“So, what do you think about Miranda?!” Andy questioned, in between mouthfuls of a burrito.
“Oh yeah, she's totally interested. Looks at you like you're a porter house steak!” Doug responded, tearing his eyes away from Nigel and back to Andy. “But like I've been saying she is scared to take such a big step and now she's got all this ridiculous business going on with her ex to have to deal with. Unfortunately you're going to have to wait for her, sweetie.”
“She's worth it.” Andy replied, looking around for Miranda who stood with the group of photographers and some of the models.
~*~
“Who is he?” Nigel asked, coming to a stop next to her.
“Who is who?” Miranda asked, sending back a text to Caroline who was asking if she could stay at Darcy's tonight. I'll need to talk to her parents first. She sent back before looking up at Nigel and to where he was looking.
“That man with Six. He keeps looking at me.” Nigel replied.
Miranda took in the man she’d met a little while ago who was absolutely beaming as he talked animatedly with Andrea who laughed at him, slapping his arm. It was clear they were very chummy with each other. “Doug. They’re best friends.”
“He's quite strapping.”
Miranda raised an eyebrow. “He doesn't seem your type?” She asked, Nigel’s boyfriend being blonde and muscly with a very strict exercise regime and diet.
Nigel shrugged. “If I were single I would keep my options open.” He responded, smirking at her before walking away.
Continuing to watch Andrea with her friend for a little while longer Miranda realised where she was and that she shouldn’t be thinking of Andrea like this anymore when there was so much drama happening in her life. Get a grip, woman!
Looking up she was thankful when one of the photographers approached her, continuing to talk to her about the improvements he hoped he has made, and she agreed with him that it was better as they walked over to the camera-crew area to bring the photo’s up on the computer screen for a closer look.
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