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over her.
“Oh!” she said as I bumped into a binder lying next to the desk. “Can I help you with that?” She asked.
I set the folders on the desk and watched them topple over, the contents falling everywhere. The blonde woman rushed over and crouched beside the desk, helping to sort out the mess. She looked vaguely familiar, with long blond hair hanging half-way down her back and bright brown eyes set in a pale, expertly made up face. She looked tall, though I couldn’t really tell when we were crouched over, and as her hands moved in front of me I caught site of the huge rock on her finger.
My stomach dropped.
This was the fiancée.
But it was too late to reject her help so I tried to keep my head down and work as quickly as possible. “I’m Amanda,” she said. “Ev and I are just going for lunch later. Did you need to speak with him?”
She sounded nice, concerned, and I felt like even more of a dick. If she moved about six inches to the right she’d be standing in the spot where Evan and I had sex just a few days before.
I shook my head and looked up to meet her eyes. “I just needed to drop these off. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
She smiled and we may as well have turned off all the lights in the building, we didn’t need them when she gave that expression. “Oh, it’s no trouble! I know Ev gets so busy that I understand stuff like this happens.”
I looked down at the haphazard pile of reports and back up to her. “I don’t usually make a mess of the papers.” I said.
She laughed and waved a hand around. “No, just business.” She ducked her head into the hallway and took a quick glance. And then she leaned in closer to me and lowered her voice. “Is this anything that’s an emergency? That he’ll need to see to before we go to eat?” She sounded worried.
It must have happened a lot.
I shook my head, “I don’t think so, just some account summaries.”
“Oh, good.” She sat back down at the table and thumped her fingers against it for a moment. I wanted to leave, but she seemed to have something more to say. She looked back at me and offered a sheepish smile. “Could you stay and tell that to Ev?” She asked. “I came in specifically for lunch and I want to make sure that we actually go this—that we go.”
I nodded, no matter how much I didn’t want to see Evan. I’d wronged this woman, even if she didn’t know it, so I could try to make it up to her by doing this one tiny thing.
“Thanks!” She fidgeted in the chair and stood once more to look out the window. “What did you say your name was?”
“It’s Amy.” I didn’t want to talk and found myself praying that Evan would show up. My how the tides had turned quickly on that one.
She turned towards me, eyes slightly narrowed and gave me a quick look up and down. Somehow she’d turned from her sunshine and rainbows smile to making me feel like an insect under a magnifying glass. But the expression resolved itself and she shook her head without saying anything and turned back to the window.
“Have you worked here long?”
“A few years.” I picked up the first report and flipped through it, anything to make myself look busy enough to stop the stilted conversation.
Evan walked in before Amanda could ask me anything else and I nearly hugged him in relief. Of course, that would have been a really bad way to keep the secrets between us. He looked at me for a moment and then between me and Amanda.
“Did you need something, Amy?” He asked, his voice cold, distant. It was like the guy from a few nights ago had never existed. Like I’d imagined him being a real person instead of a jerk.
I almost said no and then remembered the report I was holding. I set the manila folder on top of the stack and gestured to them. “I was just dropping off some account status updates. Nothing too important.”
He walked up and stood right next to me, picking up the report that I had just set down. “I think I should be
“Oh!” she said as I bumped into a binder lying next to the desk. “Can I help you with that?” She asked.
I set the folders on the desk and watched them topple over, the contents falling everywhere. The blonde woman rushed over and crouched beside the desk, helping to sort out the mess. She looked vaguely familiar, with long blond hair hanging half-way down her back and bright brown eyes set in a pale, expertly made up face. She looked tall, though I couldn’t really tell when we were crouched over, and as her hands moved in front of me I caught site of the huge rock on her finger.
My stomach dropped.
This was the fiancée.
But it was too late to reject her help so I tried to keep my head down and work as quickly as possible. “I’m Amanda,” she said. “Ev and I are just going for lunch later. Did you need to speak with him?”
She sounded nice, concerned, and I felt like even more of a dick. If she moved about six inches to the right she’d be standing in the spot where Evan and I had sex just a few days before.
I shook my head and looked up to meet her eyes. “I just needed to drop these off. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
She smiled and we may as well have turned off all the lights in the building, we didn’t need them when she gave that expression. “Oh, it’s no trouble! I know Ev gets so busy that I understand stuff like this happens.”
I looked down at the haphazard pile of reports and back up to her. “I don’t usually make a mess of the papers.” I said.
She laughed and waved a hand around. “No, just business.” She ducked her head into the hallway and took a quick glance. And then she leaned in closer to me and lowered her voice. “Is this anything that’s an emergency? That he’ll need to see to before we go to eat?” She sounded worried.
It must have happened a lot.
I shook my head, “I don’t think so, just some account summaries.”
“Oh, good.” She sat back down at the table and thumped her fingers against it for a moment. I wanted to leave, but she seemed to have something more to say. She looked back at me and offered a sheepish smile. “Could you stay and tell that to Ev?” She asked. “I came in specifically for lunch and I want to make sure that we actually go this—that we go.”
I nodded, no matter how much I didn’t want to see Evan. I’d wronged this woman, even if she didn’t know it, so I could try to make it up to her by doing this one tiny thing.
“Thanks!” She fidgeted in the chair and stood once more to look out the window. “What did you say your name was?”
“It’s Amy.” I didn’t want to talk and found myself praying that Evan would show up. My how the tides had turned quickly on that one.
She turned towards me, eyes slightly narrowed and gave me a quick look up and down. Somehow she’d turned from her sunshine and rainbows smile to making me feel like an insect under a magnifying glass. But the expression resolved itself and she shook her head without saying anything and turned back to the window.
“Have you worked here long?”
“A few years.” I picked up the first report and flipped through it, anything to make myself look busy enough to stop the stilted conversation.
Evan walked in before Amanda could ask me anything else and I nearly hugged him in relief. Of course, that would have been a really bad way to keep the secrets between us. He looked at me for a moment and then between me and Amanda.
“Did you need something, Amy?” He asked, his voice cold, distant. It was like the guy from a few nights ago had never existed. Like I’d imagined him being a real person instead of a jerk.
I almost said no and then remembered the report I was holding. I set the manila folder on top of the stack and gestured to them. “I was just dropping off some account status updates. Nothing too important.”
He walked up and stood right next to me, picking up the report that I had just set down. “I think I should be
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