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Chapter 1: Emily POV
Emily was always in control. She had to be when working at Runway, especially because she was Miranda Priestly’s first assistant. She was cold, detached, and dedicated to her work. That is until Andrea Sachs walked into the office wearing those damn Chanel boots. Emily was sitting at her desk, talking with Serena when it happened. Andrea walked into the office wearing designer clothes and Emily stopped talking mid sentence, looking her up and down from across the room.
“She looks good” Serena says. Emily was speechless, she felt her face flush and burn hotter the longer she looked at Andrea. She couldn’t look away, Andrea was hot and that didn’t make Emily gay it was just an honest observation. Emily wasn’t gay, she liked men! So why did she want to get lost in Andrea’s big, brown, doe eyes? And why was she suddenly feeling a throbbing between her legs? ‘It must be because it’s been a while. I just need to go out and find a hot guy to hook up with; yeah that must be it.’ It wasn’t that she was attracted to Andrea, she was just pent up and stressed. She need to relieve the tension she had been feeling over the last few weeks.
Andrea walked up to her desk to greet her and Serena in that eager way she always did, thankfully not picking up on Emily’s internal turmoil.
“Good morning guys!” She said cheerfully. Emily ignored her, mumbling a brief “handle the phones” before brushing past her and Serena. Emily made her way into the bathroom and walked up to the sink, splashing some cold water on her face. ‘Get it together, you just need to get laid.’ She closed her eyes and immediately pictured Andrea’s full, soft lips; ‘I wonder if they’re as soft as they look? And would they get swollen, lipstick smearing as Emily kissed her lips? Emily thought about kissing down her neck and lower, until she reached the top of her shirt where she could see the slightest hint of cleavage.’ God now Emily was even more turned on. She was at work, and she should not be thinking of another woman, let alone Andrea Sachs, this way. Emily was straight and she would go out after work tonight to find a guy that would take care of her problem.
Later that night, Emily was at a random club, casually leaning against the bar trying to order a drink. The bartender handed her a drink she hadn’t yet ordered, Emily furrowed her eyebrows, confused.
“This is from that guy across the bar, enjoy.” Emily looked across the bar and spotted a conventionally attractive looking guy. He had dark brown eyes and wavy brunette hair. He smiled at her when he noticed she was looking and started walking over. “I’m Alex” he said while looking her up and down. Emily knew she looked good tonight, she was wearing a skin tight Versace dress with a pair of simple black heels, and her makeup was done dark and smoky. He continued blatantly checking her out, and while the attention was nice, she truly could not care less, because his brown eyes were not hers. Feeling slightly tipsy, she introduced herself then whispered in his ear “take me home.” He grinned like he had just won the lottery and took Emily by the hand, eagerly leaving the club and flagging down the nearest cab.
When they got to her apartment Emily let herself be pushed up against the door and kissed sloppily. Alex was pawing at her dress like an animal and she quickly pulled it up and over her head, going through the motions and pretending she was interested.
“You’re so hot” he said, looking at her appreciatively. He picked Emily up, walking her to her bedroom and putting her on the bed. Emily let it all happen, resigned to the fact that she was not even remotely aroused. He kissed down her stomach and when he reached her panties, he pulled them to the side and dove right in. All Emily felt was boredom, until she closed her eyes and the image of Andy staring up at her from between her legs entered her mind. She moaned, and whats his name took this as a sign to keep going, as if he had anything to do with it. Emily imagined Andy’s tongue flicking her clit and her hands gripping her hips, holding her down. She whimpered and was too caught up in her fantasy to filter herself. “Andrea!” She moaned loudly. As soon as the name left her mouth Emily froze. She sat up and pulled the sheets around herself.
“Get out”
“What, but we were…”
“I said GET OUT”
Emily threw his clothes at him and pushed him out the door. She was mortified but still terribly turned on, in fact, she was the most turned on she had been in a while. All because of Andrea…but that didn’t make her gay! No she could just appreciate beauty and it was perfectly normal to imagine another woman while having a one night stand with a guy right? Right.