Melissa smirked at the younger girl, and reached up straightened the shirt up a bit. Melissa, performing a test of her own, left the heels of her hands on the front of the shirt after the act was done. Melissa felt the girl inhale deeply at the contact, and a blush formed on her face. "There...all straightened out, Miranda." Melissa raised an eyebrow, "Anything...else...I can do to you?"
Miranda blushed further catching the exact words that her manager used.
Melissa smiled got wider, "Sorry... I meant for you."
Miranda's heart raced as the two stared at each other, Miranda for the first time she could recall actually feeling the need to kiss someone. The almost undeniable need to feel her boss' lips upon her own. Miranda bit her lip as she tried to fight the urge.
Melissa meanwhile was feeling the same thing, though her reason for fighting the urge was different. Whereas Miranda fought it because she didn't really understand the urge, Melissa fought it because she knew that Miranda didn't fully understand her feelings and didn't want a lawsuit or anything of the sort.
But for both they felt it would happen eventually. Even in the midst of the fight both were secretly disappointed that they didn't have the time to fully explore at the moment, what with the party to prepare for...And the cook was supposed to be in any minute now...
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