Page 2 of Fakecation


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“Um, hi, Amelia!” Andrea said, her face turning red.

“Good morning,” Dana parroted.

“Morning, how are you two?” Amelia asked, her voice even.

“Good!” Andrea said. “Um, did you just get here?”

“Yep.”

“Great!” Dana said. “Well, I need to get back to work. Mr. Anderson runs a tight ship!”

“Yep, he definitely does,” Amelia muttered under her breath as Dana quickly walked out of the break room.

“Did you hear what she said?” Andrea asked.

“I did.”

She laughed, nervously playing with the hem of her shirt. “I don’t think Dana will actually do anything.”

Amelia hummed. “Sure, but it’s probably best not to seduce your boss, right?”

“For sure!” Andrea said. “She’s just . . . being weird.”

Amelia sighed. “Do me a favor and leave the poor guy alone, okay? He’s going through a lot.”

Andrea nodded. “I will! I mean . . . I do leave him alone. We don’t really work together anyway, so why would I even be talking to him?”

Amelia didn’t really know what else to say. Her coffee began to pour.

“Well, uh . . . have a good day?” Andrea called as she scurried out of the break room.

Amelia sighed again, trying to focus on her drink. But her mind wandered to Daniel and his divorce, an issue she was familiar with.

Dana was right about one thing: he was attractive. Amelia could remember her first day, when she’d seen him walking the halls. Her eyes had caught on his impressive jawline, but also his dark hair and deep brown eyes.

At the time, it didn’t matter that she was still trying to get over Andrew or that Daniel was in a management position. She was looking at someone she was ridiculously attracted to.

Then she saw the ring on his finger, and that attraction had been stuffed into a box. Since then, Daniel was simply a coworker.

And that was how he liked to be with them all, anyway.

Daniel was quiet and reserved. He was all business, and other than his wife, no one knew a thing about him.

The only reason anyone knew what was going on was because said wife had stormed into his office to give him the divorce papers before leaving without a word. It had been so dramatic that Amelia almost confronted him about it. Employees weren’t supposed to let things like this happen, and he needed to be held to the same rules as everyone else.

But Amelia took one look at his pinched eyebrows and intense frown and she knew he didn’t want his wife there either. So, she quietly had the woman removed from the list of people allowed in the building.

Amelia didn’t have any kind of relationship with him to be able to ask how he was doing. And she shouldn’t, considering how attracted to him she’d once been.

The Keurig sputtered the last drops of brew into her mug, and Amelia forced herself back into the present moment. There needed to be no more thinking of Daniel. She had too much work to do to get lost in her own thoughts. She picked up her coffee and used a tried-and-true way to force herself to get her day started.

I am walking to my desk. I am going to sit and work. Her mantra worked until she got to the door.

“Shit!” She’d run into someone and put all of her focus on not spilling the very full cup of coffee; she hadn’t even bothered to see who it was. “Sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

“Neither was I,” a deep male voice replied.

No one else in the office had that voice. Her eyes slowly trailed up, and she found herself gazing at none other than Daniel himself. She could get lost in those dark eyes.

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