Spice of Life

Chapter 1

"Yes, Miranda," Andrea replied, "I'll be right there. Roy is turning down your street." Andrea heard a click on the other end of the line, signaling that Miranda had hung up. In the past few weeks, Miranda had been calling Andrea in the evening to inquire about the status of the Book and what time she would be arriving. Andrea presumed it was pre-Paris Fashion Week anxiety, and on the nights when the Book was finished early, or when Miranda did not call her, Andrea kindly sent a brief text message when she was leaving Elias-Clarke.

Andrea couldn't pinpoint the day it began, but Miranda started to make her presence known when Andrea would enter her townhouse late in the evening. Sometimes she would wait at the door, other times she would be sitting on the stairs or come out of the den to greet Andrea, eagerly taking the Book. She was almost always wearing a long silk robe, a different color every day. Andrea had always wondered who Miranda was outside of work—and even though work never really ends for Miranda, Andrea was curious about how Miranda interacted with her family.

On several occasions, Andrea caught her eyes canvassing Miranda's body, the loosely-tied piece of silk the only thing covering her, her nipples lightly tenting the fabric. The woman was gorgeous, and Andrea wanted nothing more than to touch her, hold her, and make her come.

When her feelings began, Andrea also could not pinpoint, as it was a combination of everything—Miranda's reaction to her makeover, her face after walking in on Miranda & Stephen's fight, her surprise after the Harry Potter task, when she began sharing her elevators, or when she began throwing her coat and purse to Emily. It was as if every new step made her more and more intrigued with the woman.

No, she was not infatuated. She knew Miranda was real, and that was what she liked most of all—the glimpses into Miranda's humanity, which mostly came when Miranda was caught off-guard or on the phone with her daughters. Andrea craved Miranda like an addiction. She needed to hear her voice, to see her face, to see the glimmer of a smile in her eyes, even though Miranda would never admit to any such thing. Andrea dreaded weekends when there was nothing urgent enough to do at work that gave her reason to email or call Miranda. In fact, her efficiency as an assistant was working against her at times: if she didn't accomplish so much during the week, she would surely have a list of things to do over the weekend, like Emily.

Andrea checked to make sure the Book was neatly tucked into her Michael Kors tote and grabbed the dry cleaning hangers as Roy opened the door. "Do you need me to wait for you, Andy?" He asked. She knew Roy had a bit of a crush on her since he and his girlfriend split up a few months ago, and he was always eager to take her places after work, though Andrea always declined.

"Uh, thanks, Roy, but I've got to meet some friends tonight, so I'll just hop on the subway. Have a good weekend!"

"You too, Andy! See you Monday!" Roy said as he stepped back into the car and shut the door.

Monday. Right, Andrea thought. Today was Friday, and she lied. She had no friends to meet out later. Work had become her life, and her boyfriend moved out, taking her best friends Lily and Doug with him.

Sighing, Andrea climbed the steps to the townhouse and let herself in the door, quietly closing it behind her. She hung the dry-cleaning in the closet, and was about to set the Book down when Miranda sauntered down the stairs and held out her hand.

"I'll take that," she said. Andrea swore she saw something in Miranda's eyes—she looked as if she were trying to hide her nervousness or something.

Andrea handed over the Book and turned to leave, only stopping when Miranda said, "Wait!" and grabbed onto the young girl's wrist.

Miranda's heart was pounding. She couldn't believe she was about to ask Andrea something so personal—so, so inappropriate. But, she and Stephen had decided to try and spice up their love life weeks ago. She had always made sure that Andrea would not interrupt them, but no matter what new position or toy or what they tried, Stephen was only mildly satisfied. One evening—the first evening Andrea had delivered the Book, in fact—Stephen laid eyes on her second assistant. Ever since then, he had been casually asking about her.

Stephen reassured Miranda that he was not interesting in having any sort of affair, so she needn't worry about his wandering eye. He was simply intrigued by her beauty and innocence, and also by her effect on his wife. Miranda treated Andrea differently than her other assistants, and Stephen instantly recognized the softer tone she used when speaking of her, or even the way her eyes would smile at the mention of her name.

"Honey, I know we're trying to switch things up and keep the romance in our lives, but I have to ask you a question," he said. "How would you feel about um, maybe, uh, a threesome?" Miranda pondered the question for a moment.

"I don't know how I feel about a strange man touching me, seeing me undressed. I mean, I have an image to protect and it would have to be someone we trust, someone we know." Miranda said.

"Of course, honey, I know that. And I would never want to bring a stranger into our bed to risk our privacy. But I wasn't exactly thinking of a man."

"Oh?" Miranda questioned. "You have a woman in mind, then?"

"Well, yes. But please don't be upset when I say it," he said.

"Ok, ok, who?"

"Andrea."

"My assistant? Oh, please, Stephen."

"Hear me out, Miranda." Stephen pleaded. "Yes, I think she's absolutely beautiful, but I know you do too. I know you notice her, and for some reason, you regard her differently from your other employees. And on top of that," Stephen added, "she's head over heels for you—hopelessly devoted."

Miranda looked at her husband in shock. How had he realized all that when she herself didn't even see it? "What makes you say that?"

"The way she looks at you, the emails you get from her—I know she's a little shy, but Miranda she would be perfect."

Oh, right, threesome, Miranda thought as she tried to wrap her mind around the knowledge that Andrea liked her. "Well, I suppose she would be acceptable. But I would need to make it clear to her that her job would not be affected no matter her choice."

"Of course, honey." Stephen said, wrapping his arm around his wife and pulling her into an embrace. "Will you ask her tonight?" he whispered into her ear.

Miranda nodded and left to phone Andrea and inquire about her arrival. After she hung up, she turned to Stephen, "She'll be here in two minutes." He smiled and led Miranda towards the stairs.

Miranda quickly returned to the situation at hand. Her hand was gripping Andrea's wrist and the young woman was asking, "Yes, Miranda? Was there something else?"

Miranda let go of Andrea's wrist and placed her hand on her forehead, partly in embarrassment, partly to focus. "Yes, Andrea." Miranda said, "I, um wanted to ask you a favor—well, no, it's not a favor," she corrected herself. "It's just I was wondering—and of course your job would not be affected whether you say yes or no—but I was just wondering, if maybe, possibly, you'd be willing to, um—"

"To what, Miranda? You're scaring me, are you okay?" Andrea said, anxious to hear what Miranda was about to ask but seriously concerned because she had never heard Miranda stammer.

Miranda sighed again, "—to engage in a threesome with my husband and me." She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes, holding in her breath as she waited for Andrea's answer. She hoped Andrea would politely decline, seeing as she would no longer need to discuss her feelings for the young woman with her husband. But on the other hand, if she accepted, Miranda would be able to touch her freely and kiss those luscious lips…for Stephen's benefit, of course.

"A—a threesome?" Andrea asked. Miranda nodded in reply.

"Miranda, are you sure? You look like you're hoping this situation will go away." Andrea said. She knew her boss very well, and knew that Miranda closed her eyes and bit her lip often when waiting for something to pass or for someone to stop blabbering.

Miranda opened her eyes slowly and regarded Andrea. She was amazed at how well the young woman could read her. "Yes, I am quite sure," she said, "It's just that I've never done this before—never asked anyone this rather awkward question." Miranda began to blush. "Of course, if you decline, we'll forget this ever happened, and actually, yes, let's just forget I asked. That was highly—"

"Yes." Andrea said, interrupting Miranda.

"Uh, excuse me?"

"I said 'yes,' I will." Andrea replied, her eyes shining brightly as she imagined having the opportunity to touch Miranda.

"Oh, well then, yes." Miranda was at a loss for words. She never expected Andrea to agree. What now? Would they set a date and time? Would they invite Andrea to dinner at the townhouse? Miranda's mind was reeling. Thankfully, Stephen came and took his place beside Miranda. He had been on the stairs listening.

"We'd hoped you would say yes," Stephen said, wrapping his arm around Miranda's waist. Miranda was grateful he was there to take over. She was speechless.

"Do you have plans this evening?" Stephen asked. Miranda's eyes went wide, clearly surprised that Stephen was asking her to join them tonight—now.

"Um, well, no, actually," Andrea said, but seeing Miranda's expression she added, "but it might make more sense to schedule at time that works for everyone. I know I like to have things planned, to be prepared."

Miranda's eyes met Andrea's as she silently thanked the girl. Andrea knew Miranda hated spur-of-the-moment meetings, and thought perhaps she would be more comfortable if she were in control of the planning.

"Well, is there a good time for you?" Stephen asked.

"Actually, I'm generally free when Miranda is. So, Miranda, if you'd like to choose…"

Miranda smiled. Andrea sensed that Miranda needed to regain control of the situation. If she was this good in conversation, Miranda thought, she wanted her in her bed sooner rather than later. "What about tomorrow? You could come by for dinner at six o'clock, and perhaps we could all get to know one another a bit before, um, engaging in our activities."

"That sounds lovely," Andrea said. She reached out to grab both Stephen's and Miranda's hands. "Good night. I'll see you at 6 tomorrow."

"Good night."

"Good night, Andrea."

The couple stood in the foyer as they watched the young woman leave. Miranda turned in Stephen's arms to face him. "Thank you," she said as she stood on her tiptoes to press her lips to his neck.

"For what, honey?" He asked, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer.

"For being you, for this idea, for being so good to me," she said as she threw her arms around his neck and reached up to kiss him. He quickly lifted her up off the floor, and she wrapped her legs around him, feeling his shaft poking at her core through their clothes. "Oohhh," Miranda moaned as she pulled away from his lips.

She would never admit it, but seeing Andrea, and thinking of the prospect of their new relationship tomorrow was incredibly arousing. She could feel her own wetness sliding down her thighs.

"Let's take this upstairs," Stephen whispered as he nuzzled her neck.

"No!" Miranda shouted, "Now, here." She wrapped her left arm tightly around Stephen's neck as she pulled her silk robe away, exposing her core.

"Oh god, Miranda, you're so hot," Stephen said as he continued to kiss her neck. He turned and walked over towards the table with the flowers so he could set Miranda down and undo his pants.

"Not here," Miranda panted, "against the door."

Stephen pressed Miranda into the closet door. The closet Andrea used every night when she brought the dry-cleaning. "Ooohh god!" Miranda moaned as she reached down between them to unbuckle Stephen's pants, her hand brushing her clit as she fumbled.

She gave up on the buckle and unzipped his pants, easily pulling his rock hard penis through the fly, quickly stroking it before lining herself up and sinking into him.

"Ahh, fuck, Miranda," Stephen moaned, "You're so wet tonight—you feel so good."

"Ooh… oho…ohh…ohh…ohh…yes…Stephen…right there…so close…soclose…uuuh!" she panted, biting down on Stephen's shoulder as her orgasm swept through her.

"Fuck, baby," Stephen shouted as he felt her walls tightening around him, pulling him deeper. He was almost there. He stepped back and slammed into Miranda, pushing her into the door as he crushed himself into her, driving deeper than before. Her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, and he reached up and pulled the silk away from her breasts, squeezing and tugging on her nipples.

"OOoooh! Stephen," she shouted, "I'm—I'm—oh!—come with me!" And with that, Stephen grunted low and deep as he emptied his hot semen into her core. Miranda felt so full as her muscles tightened around him again, his hot fluids mixing with her own.

They stayed pressed together for several minutes as their heartbeats returned to normal. "Ohhh, wow," Miranda said, her voice husky as she pressed her lips to his in a passionate kiss.

"Honey, that was amazing. Did you really—twice?" he said in disbelief.

Mmm-hmm, Miranda nodded, thinking back to Andrea's bright eyes when she said yes.

"Let's go upstairs," he said, "I don't know how much longer my legs will hold up."

"Oh, honey, I'm sorry," Miranda said as she kissed him softly on the cheek and unwrapped her legs as she lowered her feet to the ground. Stephen groaned as the cool air hit his penis, while Miranda blushed as their mixed fluids spilled down her leg. She looked over at Stephen. Seeing her own wetness coating the front of his pants, a smile crept across her face. Stephen tucked himself back into his pants and took Miranda's hand, leading her up the stairs as he shut the downstairs lights.

"I'm going to go check in on the girls," Miranda said, softly squeezing Stephen's hand as she let go. "I'll be right in," she added, tying the silk robe closed.

Miranda walked up to the fourth floor where the girls rooms were. They were previously on the third floor, but once Miranda and Stephen began wanting to spend more time together, Miranda suggested letting the girls have the top floor all to themselves, and they jumped at the idea.

Miranda softly opened Cassidy's door and peered in on her ten-year-old daughter. She approached the bed and bent down to press a kiss to her forehead. "Mommy?" Cassidy asked, opening her eyes, searching the darkness for her mother's eyes.

"Yes, I'm right here, baby. Go back to sleep. Sweet dreams, my darling." Miranda whispered as she pulled Cassidy's blanket up.

Miranda left the room and quietly shut the door, walking down the hall to Caroline's door. Caroline leaned over and turned her bedside light on when Miranda opened the door. "Darling, you should be asleep," Miranda said.

"I was," she said, "but I heard you coming."

"Is everything okay, baby?"

"Yes, I just missed you."

"Oh, darling, I'm right here. Go back to sleep, Bobbsey."

"Will you stay with me until I fall asleep?"

"Yes, baby, I will," Miranda said as she turned Caroline's bedside lamp off. She was exhausted and wanted to go to sleep herself, but she knew how inappropriate it would be to climb into bed with her daughter without first showering to wash between her legs.

Miranda pulled the desk chair over by the bed and laid her head on Caroline's bed, falling asleep. She was awoken by Stephen's hand on her shoulder. "Come to bed," he said. Miranda sat up and soon realized she had fallen asleep at Caroline's bedside. "Will she be okay?" Stephen asked.

"Yes," Miranda said as she stood from the chair. Stephen quietly replaced the chair in its place by the desk before quietly leading Miranda from the room. "What time is it?" she asked him.

"Three in the morning," he said.

"Ugh, I need to shower."

"I like the way you smell—you smell like sex," Stephen said with a devilish smile.

"Stephen Tomlinson, behave yourself. We have a busy day tomorrow."

"Don't I know," he said, a smirk on his face.

"I still need to make arrangements for the girls," Miranda said. "They will be very disappointed if they find out I had Andrea for dinner and sent them away."

"What if they stay for dinner, and then I will take them to either Rachel's or Isabella's house to spend the night." Stephen paused before adding, "And you and Andrea can put dinner away and have a drink and talk about how it won't affect your working relationship or whatever."

Miranda smiled. That really was a good idea, especially since she would have time alone with Andrea before Stephen returned. "Yes, that will be suitable. Thank you," she said. "But now, I really do need to shower before crawling into bed." Miranda stepped into the bathroom and locked the door behind her.

TBC— please read & review! not sure if i should continue this one!