14. Fake Dating Always Works
Fake Dating Always Works
I wasn’t looking forward to working on Monday morning, despite my body feeling better than it has in years.
Even the blaring sound of the alarm did nothing to squash my mood as I sprung from my bed and got dressed in half the time as usual.
Normally I have to lie in bed, convincing myself to get up.
Now I had too much time, and nothing better to do, so I opted to put on a little makeup.
Just for shits and giggles.
I felt like a different person on the inside and part of me wanted the outside to look different, too.
The moment I walk into the station, I realize my mistake.
“Oh, hey hot stuff,” James calls out, following on my heels as I make my way to my desk. “Who were you with last night that has you feeling this good?”
“Oh, didn’t I tell you about Nunya?”
A look of confusion crosses his features. “Nunya?”
“Yeah, I met him a few weeks ago,” I say, watching James struggle to think back to the nonexistent conversation I am referring to. “Nunya fuckin’ business is his full name.”
“Haha. Very funny.” James pouts, hoping it’s enough to make me cough up a name.
“Oh, I know. I’m hilarious. And you can just keep wondering.”
“About what?” Killian asks as he walks through the door.
“Who Kira was with yesterday.” James turns in Killian’s direction.
“Kira was at my house yesterday. Why?”
James looks back at me, a single eyebrow raised. I roll my eyes and scoff at the insinuation.
“Wait a minute.” Killian stops and looks at me for an extended moment. “You have makeup on.”
“That’s it. I’m never coming to work with makeup on ever again. You all act like you’ve never seen—"
“Woah,” Captain interjects, cutting me off. “Kira. Is, umm…” He looks between James and Killian, then back at me again. “You look good this morning.”
I beam a fake smile. “Thank you, Captain.” I give a pointed stare to James and Killian, “That, boys, is how you give a compliment.”
Captain nods like he’s surprised to have gotten the interaction correct before continuing on towards his office. I turn my attention to my tablet, ignoring James and Killian while hoping they decide to drop the subject of my painted face.
It was a stupid thing to do. I need to just keep pretending to be the old me for a little longer.
My tablet powers on, the battery is full, and I have access to more than enough files to keep me busy for the next week.
There needs to be one that gives me something on Roman.
I open the first document, and it nearly makes my eyes cross when I recognize the now familiar handwriting of the mad scientist.
This shit doesn’t even make sense.