On Monday morning, I walked into the office feeling as confused as always. I had managed to get more information about Declan's past, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to dig deeper. I was scared of what I would find out and how it would affect him.Add my completely inappropriate feelings for Declan, and you'd have a perfect soap opera. I had skillfully avoided the subject of my feelings for him because I didn't want to label it. I'd rather refer to it as complicated feelings that I would need to deal with soon.If there's anything, Saturday proved that I needed to stay away from him to sort out my emotions. I couldn't even put my feelings aside so I could get the full story from Cassandra. I had acted like a jealous fox and she had gotten defensive.I sighed, staring at my computer… I had nothing."I'm giving my therapist a call if you sigh one more time," Kevin called out from his desk, earning a death stare from Tracy.The exchange shook me from my thoughts, and I smiled weakly at

I avoided Declan for the rest of the week, because I wasn't sure how to feel about him. I made up excuses every time he tried to set up a date, and Marcella would shake her head at me disapprovingly, which intensified the guilt I was feeling. My feelings for Declan were so strong that the idea of hurting him seemed to hurt me too.Still, I wasn't sure what to do about the story. I had so many questions. Did Cassandra tell the truth? Was Declan really the type of man to force a woman to get an abortion?I didn't have the chance to really figure things out because Miranda wanted the story out as soon as possible. In fact, she was thrilled when I submitted the first draft on Friday—she even smiled at me for the first time since I started working with her. But that didn't change anything, I felt dirty, and I was beginning to lose myself."I'm just not sure how to face Declan after this," I confided in Marcella as we went through magazines together.Marcella shook her head disapprovingl

*Leah*I stared at his retreating back, suppressing the urge to pull him back. There was no need to hurry, I had the whole weekend to flirt with Declan."Sh*t," I cursed, as I realized that I still hadn't called Marcella. For all she knew, I was seeing Declan briefly at a restaurant close to our apartment. Frantically, I rushed back to the bedroom and picked up my phone to call her.It was dead!Sh*t.I needed to find a charger, since Declan didn't give me time to bring mine. He hadn't given me a full tour of the house, so I didn't know my way around. If anyone knew where things were, it'd be Mrs. Thompson. But first, I had to find her.There was no one in the hallway when I stepped out of the room. I walked slowly, trying to retrace the steps I took with Declan, so I could find the living room."Hello, Miss Garcia," a voice said.I turned around quickly to find a woman coming from the other end of the hallway. She looked to be in her mid-fifties. She seemed soft and welcoming,

*Leah*My life had taken a pretty dramatic turn a month ago. I'd been extremely stressed and anxious, but for the first time in weeks, I was completely calm, which was new to me. My mind was at peace; in fact, I was happy.I could only think of one thing – Declan and his incredible hands. I couldn't stop thinking about how he had used them to make my body writhe in pleasure during the shower we took just a few minutes ago.I quickly got dressed, eager to find Declan and bask in the afterglow of the wonderful experience we had just shared. However, I realized I had no idea which room was his, as we had spent most of our time in the guest room, or on the deck. So, I decided to embark on a barefooted journey around the house in search of him.As I walked, I felt the coolness of the floor beneath my feet, and the gentle breeze caressed my skin, adding to my feeling of serenity. I listened closely, hoping to hear his voice and follow it to his room. After a few moments of wandering, I h

"So, you didn't get your daily dose of your super client, you must be having withdrawals," Marcella said, a smug look on her face.I rolled my eyes at the lame joke; I was in no way addicted to him. After yesterday, I needed some time away from him to clear my head. I might have made some promises, but after having time to think about it, I realized that we both needed to stay away from each other, so I could figure out what to do about Cassandra and a way to keep my job.However, he was not the easiest man to resist. Resisting him at all took a lot of self-control and I didn't think I had much left. So, I was going to bury myself in work and not think about him. Right after I read this really short article about his extra-curricular activities. Maybe I am a little addicted.I felt Marcella's eyes on me and looked up at her. "What do you want?" I asked spitefully."Oh, nothing, just making sure you're okay," she said.I narrowed my eyes at her, but went back to what I was readin