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20 years later they’re finally friends.
But what if someone of them wants more then a simple friendship?.
What if someone dreamed about that her whole life.
What if Andrea Sachs has a crush on Emily since 20 years now.
Andra actually dreamed about Emily probably every day.
And maybe.
Maybe she has a chance.
Today
First thing on the schedule:
Meeting with Miranda.
And.
Emily Charlton.
Andrea talked to Nigel when suddenly the door opened.
It was her.
Emily.
Emily Charlton.
The first thing Andrea Sachs noticed was that Emily Charlton still looked the same.
Yes she was older now, but still beautiful and attractive.
Too attractive.
Andrea had spent the entire meeting pretending to take notes.
In reality she wrote Emily’s name five times.
Not consciously.
Just absentmindedly.
Like her hand had a developed problem.
A very specific problem.
Across the table, Emily was talking about a campaign strategy with the confidence who expected the world to rearrange itself for her convenience.
Everyone else seemed focused on what she was saying.
Except for Andy.
Andy was focused on her mouth.
Which was embarrassing.
Deeply embarrassing.
Emily tilted her head as she spoke.
A loose strand of hair slipped across her check.
Andy wondered what it would feel like to tuck it behind her ear.
Then immediately wished could evict herself from her own brain.
”Andrea?”
Andy froze.
The room was looking at her.
Emily was looking at her.
”Oh i-“
A pause.
Emily’s lips twitched.
“You have absolutely no idea what i just said, do you?”
”Nope”.
A few people laughed.
Nigel looked at Andy grinning.
He noticed.
Of course he did.
Emily looked annoyingly pleased.
”At least you’re honest”.
Andy sank lower in her chair.
The meeting continued.
Or at least she assumed it did.
Emily crossed her legs.
God, Andy just wanted to spread her legs again and-.
Stop she told herself.
Emily smiled at someone’s joke.
Andy forgot her own phone number.
Emily reached for her coffee.
Andy nearly missed an entire presentation.
This was becoming a serious problem.
A medical condition, maybe.
She should seek treatment.
Unfortunately Emily Charlton was both the illness and the cure.
The meeting finally ended.
People stood.
Chairs scraped on the floor.
Conversations started.
Andy gathered her paper as quickly as possible.
She needed to get out of there.
“Andrea”
Shit.
Emily was standing beside her.
Close.
Too close.
Far too close.
Close enough to catch the faint scent of her perfume.
“Yes?”
Emily studied her for a moment.
Amusement danced in her eyes.
“You’ve been staring at me all week and the entire meeting.”
Andy nearly dropped her notebook.
“I have not”.
“You have”.
“I haven’t”.
”Yes you have”.
Andy opened her mouth.
Closed it.
Opened it.
Tried to say something.
Failed.
The worst part?.
Emily knew exactly what she was doing.
And somehow that made Andy want her even more.
”Careful Sachs,” Emily murmured.
“Why?”.
Emily leaned in slightly.
Enough to make Andy’s pulse stumble.
“You’re starting to look hungry”.
And then she walked away.
Leaving Andy standing there.
Nigel stood across the room smirking at her.
Andrea rolled her eyes.