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for both my safety and sanity. I’ve never been entirely sure that I can trust myself around him. All he has to do is look at me, and he’ll be able to see the sexual turn my thoughts always take the second I catch sight of him.
    Because of my dream, all of my thoughts lately have been about Steve and our encounter in the hall. The direction of my thoughts, my constant daydreams, has me completely horrified. He isn’t exactly somebody that I am in a position to ignore even though I now desperately wish that I could. Unfortunately, not only is he impossible to avoid in the “Oh I may see him someday” future, I will also have to see him in the much too immediate future. I mean, he is throwing our firm’s anniversary party this Friday for fuck’s sake! I am absolutely dreading being in the same room as him on Friday, just knowing that there is a chance he could know what I thought when I our eyes met. Well, less like a chance and more like the probability that it is true. That look he locked me in made me fairly certain I’ll never be able to look at him again without turning a god awful shade of red.
    The lack of interest he’s shown in me, ever, only serves to make me even more certain that the attraction has been one sided. This in turn succeeds greatly in making me all the more embarrassed about our unfortunate encounter in the hall.
    I turn around to see Ethan eating his cereal and staring at me confused. How long have I been zoned out thinking about this? Ugh, I need to pull myself together. I walk over to the counter by the sink and pour myself the first cup of coffee of my day. I can tell it’s going to be one of those days when my coffee cup is never empty.
    “Ethan, honey, did you find Iron Man?” I ask my son, trying to sound as concerned as
    I possibly can about the fateful disappearance of his favorite action figure.
    “No mom and I really wanted to take him for show and tell today,” he’s practically in
    tears so I know this really is life or death in his six year old world.
    “Well c’mon, I’ll help you search your room before school.”
    After ten minutes of sifting through all of his treasures (aka junk) we are finally able to find Iron Man and my son seems to be instantly at peace. On the way to school he tells me what he’s going to tell his classmates and his enthusiasm makes me smile. The conversation actually makes me happy enough to forget about stupid Steve for a minute and the reprieve is appreciated. 
    My day passes with an unusual amount of inactivity, which is unfortunate because it has left me with an abundance of time to think. Time to think about the one man that I’m  trying so hard not to think about. My run-in with him coupled with my recent dream has me feeling like I’m losing my mind. The image of his eyes are burned into my psyche and all I can picture is his strong hands all over me. His soft but confident mouth kissing me on my lips, my neck, and down my chest. Ugh, Leah! Get your shit together.
     
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    Wednesday is pretty uneventful. Being a lawyer has opened a world up to me that has turned things that I used to view as dramatic into normal, ordinary parts of my lifestyle. Thursday, however, is a nightmare from the moment I enter the doors of Sanders and Smith. One of my clients has been arrested for trying to break a custody order, and I’m in no mood for the strange interest Scott is showing in who I am bringing as a date to our anniversary party on Friday. His incessant pestering has reignited the thoughts I’ve worked so hard all week to erase from my brain. Also, I still need to do the dress shopping I keep finding reasons to put off, but I have court this afternoon so it will have to wait until after work.
    As I exit the courthouse I am secretly grateful that the ex-wife of my client did not show. He has been taking care of their daughter while his wife deals with her addiction to pain pills. I