**CallanI could no longer tell what Isa was thinking. Of course, I hadn't intended to scold her nor ask her out on a business date, yet here I was. I'm sure she was more thrown than I was. She had really been doing some weird things to me and my mind, especially since I had been able to recall who exactly she was.The problem was that I didn't think she remembered me at all, and I wasn't sure what to do now. Not only that, but my attraction to her had twisted my usual habit of finding people's strengths and critiqing them until they do better, and instead, it caused me to start looking like I was picking on her.That wasn't the case at all. Yes, I did point out some flaws in her work, and I did leave her annoying sticky notes, but it was never my intention to make her feel like I was pointing her out in a crowd and trying to make her look bad.I looked at her, silently hating myself for being too much myself.... How was it that she was able to both activat

**Callan Believe it or not, I actually liked the breakroom's coffee more than the coffee from downstairs. Maybe it was the brand of creamer, or maybe it was the simple fact that knowing I could see Isa put me in a mood where I suddenly liked everything infinitely more. I stirred in the creamer, two splashes, just enough to turn the color from black to almost-black. The room was empty by now, and I knew that with it being as late as it was, almost 6:00, my chances of seeing Isa were slim. But still, it was nice to be out of my office and away from my phone and computer. Catherine was on my back nearly every day now it seemed, which only made me want to escape that much more. I sighed and leaned back against the cabinets. I caught a whiff of the eucalyptus oil that Isa had lent me. It really did help a little, as it turned out, even though it seemed like most of my headaches were incurable. That's what I got for staring at blue lights for ten hours a d

**CallanWhen Isa flipped her hand over and intertwined our fingers, it took everything in my not to launch myself at her. Our proximity had been driving me crazy for the last few minutes since she stopped crying. I faltered. She was literally just suffering from a panic attack, so maybe now wasn't the time to be making these kinds of moves, I told myself. But my body felt like a slow-motion magnet the way it went to her on autopilot. And the way she squeezed my hand and closed her eyes as I got closer. Her lips… were so close. DING DINGIsa jerked her hand out of mine, and eyes popped open in fear. Great timing, I groaned mentally. Just as suddenly as the elevator had stopped, it was eager to kick us out again. The elevator doors began to open.I didn't even bother trying to move away from Isa. For starters, I didn't really want to. I liked the way it felt when she was close. Secondly, she was doing plenty of scuttling away on her own

**IsaMy heart pounded steadily as I made my way up to my floor in the elevator. It seemed like any one of these strangers could have called me out for being a pulsing, nervous blob. Since Callan and I made out— mostly sober— during the Thanksgiving weekend, it was all I could do not to text him to meet up. In fact, I didn't text him at all other than to tell him Happy Thanksgiving, to which he replied the same but with a smiley face.I thought our minimal contact over the weekend would have helped to ease my mind of him, but that certainly did not end up being the case. My mother got onto me several times for being zoned out when I visited her on Thanksgiving evening. I told her that I was just tired, but then she mentioned the smug smile on my face and the blush on my cheeks. Of course, I denied all of her guesses about what was going on. Besides, we weren't actually dating. We couldn't. Not while I was working under him. I told myself that I wasn't going

**CallanIt was like my body felt her presence before I even saw her. An uncomfortable weight settled on my shoulders, and my desire to breathe or work or do anything just totally dissipated. When I heard my office door open, I didn't even look up. I knew her by the clack of her high heels on the marble tile, by the smell of her too-sweet perfume. "What are you doing here?" I muttered without looking up from my computer. Catherine chuckled lightly and didn't hesitate to invade my personal space by coming around my desk and spinning my chair to face her. She leaned down near my face. "C'mon, babe," she crooned. "That's no way to greet your future wife."In the corner of my eye I saw a familiarly-shaped shadow rush away. "Hah… I seriously don't know how to get it through your dense head…" I pressed my chair away from her and stood up. My intention was to leave my office and go after Isa, who I feared had just witnessed a very misleading circumstanc