Disclaimer: I don't own "Ugly Betty"

Author's Notes: This is the sequel to my Valentine story "Pieces Of My Heart"

He watched her as she happily sat at her desk, as usual, perfecting the latest job assignment she had just been assigned to. Alright, this is it, he told himself. It's now or never. He stood directly behind her.

"Hey," he said.

Quickly, she turned. "Oh, hi! Just gathering some information I found. I'll do a rough draft and give it to you as soon as I can." Her warm chocolate browns twinkled at him.

"Never mind that," he said. "There is another matter I need to tend to which is much more important."

"Okay! What is it do you want or need?" She smiled, looking up at him.

"Stand up," he ordered.

She did. "Okay! What do you want?"

"This." Gently, he drew her into him, then lowered his face to hers, kissing her tenderly.

"Oh! Oh my," she said, stepping back.

"Are you surprise? Did I offend you in any way?"

She wrapped her arms around his neck, tip-toed up to him and kissed him passionately. "Does that answer your question?"

Daniel Meade bolted up suddenly out of a sound sleep. His bed sheets were tangled between his legs. At first, he had been unaware of his whereabouts, until the blaring sound of his alarm clock brought him back into reality. Who the hell gave Betty Suarez the right to enter the path into his heart? Dragging himself out of bed, he staggered into the bathroom and jumped into the shower. No amount of water could ever wash away his feelings for his assistant.

"Betty," he whispered, as he stood under the water sprays. "My Betty."

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He sat at his desk and waited for her. She had never been late since that first day at the agency. Daniel had begun to worry. An hour had passed and there was no sign of Betty. For the twentieth time, he called her cell phone, but, only heard her cheerful voice mail. He paced the floors of his office glancing at his wristwatch every couple of minutes.

Where the hell could she be? He thought to himself. Raking his fingers through his short hair, he felt his heart skip a beat, thinking of the many horrifying scenarios of what might have happened to his Betty. Besides being worried, it still angered him about the Valentine's Day flowers and gift he had gotten for her. She had no clue, not even a little bit on who her secret admirer was and it had begun to slowly piss Daniel off.

Another half hour had past and still no Betty, he sat in his chair and stared at nothing in particular. Just as he was about to grab his telephone to call her father, she finally walked in. He stomped into her work area. "Betty!" Relieved to see her, he wasn't quite sure if he wanted to give her a hug or yell at her for worrying him. He chose the latter.

"Hi, Daniel," she said as she laid her handbag down onto her desk. Fanning herself with her hands, she sighed. "It's hot outside, or maybe it's because I've been running around all morning."

"Where were you?" He demanded.

"Excuse me?" Betty heard the annoyance in his voice. "Is something wrong, Daniel?"

"You could have called if you were running late. I was worr...," he began, but corrected himself. "You do know what time you begin work?"

"Yes, I do," she answered.

"You know what time it is now? You're late."

"Daniel! I told you yesterday, I'd be coming in late. I had a doctor's appointment."

"I don't recall," he rubbed his forehead. "Oh yeah, I forgot. Sorry. Everything alright?"

"Yes."

"What's wrong with you?" He asked, concerned.

"Nothing. It's just a yearly appointment."

He stared at her.

"Daniel! It's just a woman thing! You know, a physical and all that. Did we get up on the wrong side of the bed, Daniel?" She smiled and pushed him lightly on his shoulder. "Is someone keeping you up late at nights?"

"Yes, you," he blurted out.

"What?"

"I said you've been keeping me up at nights."

"Daniel, what are you talking about?"

"You! Okay! You! You keep me up at nights. Every night. Every single night. I see you. I see your face in front of me. I close my eyes, I see you!"

"Have I done something wrong, Daniel? You're upset. Am I not doing my job to your expectation? Are you planning on firing me? Tell me."

"What? It's not the job, it's not...never mind!"

"Okay." Confused, she stepped back away from him. "What's really bothering you? You're my boss, but, I also consider you my friend. You need to get something off of your chest?"

"Is that what I am to you? Just your boss and friend?"

Betty waved her hand into the air. "What else is there?"

"If you have to ask, I guess nothing. So, you ever found out who your secret admirer was on Valentine's Day?"

"No. He never revealed himself. Why? Do you know who he is?"

He felt his temperature rise. "Who do you think? Who do you think arrived early that morning, placed those beautiful flowers of yours on your desk along with your little gift? I'll give you one guess!"

Betty shrugged. "I don't know, Daniel. Why are you getting so worked up for? Is it so wrong for me to get some attention on Valentine's Day? Or does it just surprise you that someone could actually be a bit interested in me?" She raised her voice slightly. "I know I'm not like anyone of your pretty girlfriends, but..."

"You got that right. You're not like the other women I know, you're..."

Tears quickly fell down her cheeks. "I can't believe you just said that. I know I'm not pretty," she cried out, pushing him aside, Betty ran down the hall.

"Betty!" Daniel yelled. "I didn't mean it that way! Betty!" Noticing the stares from his employees, he snapped at them. "This is a workplace, people! So, get to work!"

What I meant to say was...although those women were pretty, they're nothing compared to you...you see, Betty, you're beautiful. That is was I wanted to say. I sure made a mess of things. He told himself.

TBC - Chapter 2