Accidental Encounter
Merry Christmas ojos11!
This was written from the prompt: Andy paired up with one of the twins. Disclaimer: the characters are not mine.
Keep an eye out for a second one later tonight.
Andy discovered, poking through a purse the morning after, that the girl in her bed was twenty one.
“Shit.”
Even with her head pounding like a badly trained marching band, she knew there were fourteen years between their ages. Andy had been making out with boys for two years by the time this girl was born.
“Shit.”
“It’s not polite to go through people’s things.”
“Sorry,” Andy sat back on her heels and tried to look sheepish. “I was just…”
“Trying to figure out how I am,” the girl pushed a lock of red hair behind her ear. The only reason Andy could believe the girl had been falling down drunk the night before was she had been there to witness it. “We skipped that last night, didn’t we?”
“I think so.”
“I’m Cassidy.”
“Andy.”
“Hello,” Cassidy smiled and Andy knew she’d be putty in the girl’s hands. Shit.
“So,” Andy clambered to her feet, one knee cracked loudly. She winced. “Do you want…?”
“Coffee.”
“Okay.” She reached for the robe hanging over the back of a chair by the window. “You seem incredibly familiar. Have we met before?”
Cassidy shrugged, “Don’t think so.”
“Right,” Andy shook herself. She stepped into the kitchen to hide her blush. Her second apartment in New York was only a small step up from her first, placing the bedroom in its own room.
“So,” Cassidy called. “What do you do?”
“Um,” Andy checked her cupboard for clean mugs. “I’m a writer.”
“A writer?”
Andy jumped. Cassidy had come into the kitchen behind her, pulling a sweatshirt over her head. Andy frowned,
“Is that mine?”
“Unless someone else keeps their clothes in your closet.”
“Right,” Andy blushed again.
A hand reached for the belt of her robe and Andy found herself pulled towards Cassidy’s leering grin. She leaned in. And Madonna blasted out of tinny speakers from the other room.
“Fuck,” Cassidy pushed off Andy’s hips. “Coffee’s done,” she called over her shoulder.
“What?” Andy whirled around. But the coffee was still dripping in a steady stream from the filter. Andy rested her palms on the counter. There was something about the presence of this girl that destroyed her self confidence. From inside her bedroom, she could hear the slap of Cassidy’s bare feet on the wood floor as she paced. Andy rechecked the cupboard for mugs when Cassidy came back in.
“Sorry,” Cassidy grimaced.
“Everything okay?” Andy asked.
“Yeah. Just my mom.”
Andy raised her eyebrows at just how much false cheer could be put into four words. “They can be painful.” She reached around Cassidy to pour coffee.
“I’m twenty one and she still micromanages my life.”
Andy forced back a wave of nausea. At least she was legal.
“My sister,” Cassidy took the mug before it was offered. “Doesn’t even call her mom anymore. Miranda.”
“Miranda?” The bottom of Andy’s shoes dropped into her shoes. There could be so many Mirandas in New York City with red-haired children named Cassidy.
“Miranda Priestly.”
“Shit.” Andy couldn’t breathe. All of a sudden everything that had been weird about Cassidy became inescapably clear.
“Oh, you’re not one of those annoying girls who’s obsessed with her, are you? She’s actually a bitch in real life.”
“What? No, I used to work for her.”
“Really?” Cassidy beamed. “You were an assistant?
“This is not happening.”
“Huh,” she frowned. “I don’t remember you.”
Andy could vividly remember how the twins had almost gotten her fired twice. “Never mind, it was a long time ago. How is Miranda?” If she focused on the details maybe she wouldn’t faint.
“No, I do remember you. You got us the Harry Potter book early that one time. That was awesome.”
Of course that’s what Cassidy would remember. “Yup.”
“Wow, this must be hell for you right now,” Cassidy looked delighted.
“Pretty much.”
“Was fucking me some sort of sick fantasy?”
“What?” Just when she thought her morning couldn’t get any weirder. “I didn’t know last night.”
“If we did it again, would you think about it?”
“Um, kind of hard not to.”
“What was it like to work for her?” Cassidy asked.
“Honestly?” Andy leaned against the fridge. “Hell.”
Cassidy grinned, “She’d be so pissed if she found out about last night.”
“Oh, god,” Andy buried her face in her hands. “She’d ruin me.”
“No, she wouldn’t,” Cassidy said. “I wouldn’t let her.”
“Really?”
“Sure.”
Andy didn’t believe that for a second. Cassidy’s phone buzzed. She glanced at it,
“Shit. I have to go,” and disappeared into Andy’s bedroom.
She was back fifteen minutes later, wearing the clothes from the night before but still looking more or less immaculate. “Thanks for the coffee.”
“No problem,” Andy narrowly avoided spilling all over herself as Cassidy pressed her up against the fridge to say goodbye.
“Bye.”
Andy stared around her empty kitchen, the slam of the front door still echoing slightly.
“Shit.”
Epilogue
Andy was juggling keys and groceries up the stairs to her apartment when her phone rang.
“Hello?” she gave up and let the shoulder bag of groceries slide to the floor.
“My mom’s having this fundraiser thing I have to go to next week. Want to be my date?”
“What? Cassidy?”
“Yeah. I programmed your number into my phone while I was changing in your room.”
“Oh. Okay.” Andy managed to pull her keys out of her pocket.
“So, will you go?”
“Sorry,” she stumbled inside and dropped her bags on the couch. “Where?”
“I don’t know - some benefit. It’s at the Plaza, I think. We don’t have to stay very long.”
“And your mom’s having this?”
“Yeah.”
“Cassidy, I can’t go.”
“What?” she heard Cassidy sigh impatiently. “Please? I’ll buy you dinner after.”
That was tempting. “No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I could lose my job.”
“I won’t let her,” Cassidy said.
Like that would make a difference. “Cassidy, why do you want me to come?”
“Because it’d piss off my mom.”
“And that’s exactly why I won’t go,” Andy said.
“Okay,” Cassidy sighed again. “That was really great sex the other night. I’d like to do it again.”
Andy blinked several times. Maybe Cassidy was right, maybe it was some sort of sick fantasy. Or the inability to say no to any member of the Priestly family. “I can’t believe I’m risking my career on this.”
Cassidy giggled, “I’m just irresistible.”
“Brat.”
“I’ll send a car at seven.”
“Okay.”
“Wear something nice.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Andy rolled her eyes. “I still read Runway.”
“Good. I’ll see you next week.” Cassidy hung up.
Andy shook her head with a rueful grin and left her phone on the counter by the fridge. It buzzed again as she was finishing with the groceries. She stared in horror at the text message.
“Just what do you think you’re doing with my daughter?”
“Shit.”
This was written from the prompt: Andy paired up with one of the twins. Disclaimer: the characters are not mine.
Keep an eye out for a second one later tonight.
Andy discovered, poking through a purse the morning after, that the girl in her bed was twenty one.
“Shit.”
Even with her head pounding like a badly trained marching band, she knew there were fourteen years between their ages. Andy had been making out with boys for two years by the time this girl was born.
“Shit.”
“It’s not polite to go through people’s things.”
“Sorry,” Andy sat back on her heels and tried to look sheepish. “I was just…”
“Trying to figure out how I am,” the girl pushed a lock of red hair behind her ear. The only reason Andy could believe the girl had been falling down drunk the night before was she had been there to witness it. “We skipped that last night, didn’t we?”
“I think so.”
“I’m Cassidy.”
“Andy.”
“Hello,” Cassidy smiled and Andy knew she’d be putty in the girl’s hands. Shit.
“So,” Andy clambered to her feet, one knee cracked loudly. She winced. “Do you want…?”
“Coffee.”
“Okay.” She reached for the robe hanging over the back of a chair by the window. “You seem incredibly familiar. Have we met before?”
Cassidy shrugged, “Don’t think so.”
“Right,” Andy shook herself. She stepped into the kitchen to hide her blush. Her second apartment in New York was only a small step up from her first, placing the bedroom in its own room.
“So,” Cassidy called. “What do you do?”
“Um,” Andy checked her cupboard for clean mugs. “I’m a writer.”
“A writer?”
Andy jumped. Cassidy had come into the kitchen behind her, pulling a sweatshirt over her head. Andy frowned,
“Is that mine?”
“Unless someone else keeps their clothes in your closet.”
“Right,” Andy blushed again.
A hand reached for the belt of her robe and Andy found herself pulled towards Cassidy’s leering grin. She leaned in. And Madonna blasted out of tinny speakers from the other room.
“Fuck,” Cassidy pushed off Andy’s hips. “Coffee’s done,” she called over her shoulder.
“What?” Andy whirled around. But the coffee was still dripping in a steady stream from the filter. Andy rested her palms on the counter. There was something about the presence of this girl that destroyed her self confidence. From inside her bedroom, she could hear the slap of Cassidy’s bare feet on the wood floor as she paced. Andy rechecked the cupboard for mugs when Cassidy came back in.
“Sorry,” Cassidy grimaced.
“Everything okay?” Andy asked.
“Yeah. Just my mom.”
Andy raised her eyebrows at just how much false cheer could be put into four words. “They can be painful.” She reached around Cassidy to pour coffee.
“I’m twenty one and she still micromanages my life.”
Andy forced back a wave of nausea. At least she was legal.
“My sister,” Cassidy took the mug before it was offered. “Doesn’t even call her mom anymore. Miranda.”
“Miranda?” The bottom of Andy’s shoes dropped into her shoes. There could be so many Mirandas in New York City with red-haired children named Cassidy.
“Miranda Priestly.”
“Shit.” Andy couldn’t breathe. All of a sudden everything that had been weird about Cassidy became inescapably clear.
“Oh, you’re not one of those annoying girls who’s obsessed with her, are you? She’s actually a bitch in real life.”
“What? No, I used to work for her.”
“Really?” Cassidy beamed. “You were an assistant?
“This is not happening.”
“Huh,” she frowned. “I don’t remember you.”
Andy could vividly remember how the twins had almost gotten her fired twice. “Never mind, it was a long time ago. How is Miranda?” If she focused on the details maybe she wouldn’t faint.
“No, I do remember you. You got us the Harry Potter book early that one time. That was awesome.”
Of course that’s what Cassidy would remember. “Yup.”
“Wow, this must be hell for you right now,” Cassidy looked delighted.
“Pretty much.”
“Was fucking me some sort of sick fantasy?”
“What?” Just when she thought her morning couldn’t get any weirder. “I didn’t know last night.”
“If we did it again, would you think about it?”
“Um, kind of hard not to.”
“What was it like to work for her?” Cassidy asked.
“Honestly?” Andy leaned against the fridge. “Hell.”
Cassidy grinned, “She’d be so pissed if she found out about last night.”
“Oh, god,” Andy buried her face in her hands. “She’d ruin me.”
“No, she wouldn’t,” Cassidy said. “I wouldn’t let her.”
“Really?”
“Sure.”
Andy didn’t believe that for a second. Cassidy’s phone buzzed. She glanced at it,
“Shit. I have to go,” and disappeared into Andy’s bedroom.
She was back fifteen minutes later, wearing the clothes from the night before but still looking more or less immaculate. “Thanks for the coffee.”
“No problem,” Andy narrowly avoided spilling all over herself as Cassidy pressed her up against the fridge to say goodbye.
“Bye.”
Andy stared around her empty kitchen, the slam of the front door still echoing slightly.
“Shit.”
Epilogue
Andy was juggling keys and groceries up the stairs to her apartment when her phone rang.
“Hello?” she gave up and let the shoulder bag of groceries slide to the floor.
“My mom’s having this fundraiser thing I have to go to next week. Want to be my date?”
“What? Cassidy?”
“Yeah. I programmed your number into my phone while I was changing in your room.”
“Oh. Okay.” Andy managed to pull her keys out of her pocket.
“So, will you go?”
“Sorry,” she stumbled inside and dropped her bags on the couch. “Where?”
“I don’t know - some benefit. It’s at the Plaza, I think. We don’t have to stay very long.”
“And your mom’s having this?”
“Yeah.”
“Cassidy, I can’t go.”
“What?” she heard Cassidy sigh impatiently. “Please? I’ll buy you dinner after.”
That was tempting. “No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I could lose my job.”
“I won’t let her,” Cassidy said.
Like that would make a difference. “Cassidy, why do you want me to come?”
“Because it’d piss off my mom.”
“And that’s exactly why I won’t go,” Andy said.
“Okay,” Cassidy sighed again. “That was really great sex the other night. I’d like to do it again.”
Andy blinked several times. Maybe Cassidy was right, maybe it was some sort of sick fantasy. Or the inability to say no to any member of the Priestly family. “I can’t believe I’m risking my career on this.”
Cassidy giggled, “I’m just irresistible.”
“Brat.”
“I’ll send a car at seven.”
“Okay.”
“Wear something nice.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Andy rolled her eyes. “I still read Runway.”
“Good. I’ll see you next week.” Cassidy hung up.
Andy shook her head with a rueful grin and left her phone on the counter by the fridge. It buzzed again as she was finishing with the groceries. She stared in horror at the text message.
“Just what do you think you’re doing with my daughter?”
“Shit.”