SADIE
By the third week, I was feeling comfortable with my job as it pertained to Megan, but things between Mr. Grave and me only seemed to be getting worse. He continued to avoid me as much as possible, even going so far as to walk out of the room when I entered it. It was infuriating and insulting, but what was worse was how disappointed I found myself to be whenever it happened.
For some ridiculous reason, I didn’t want him to ignore me. I’m not sure exactly when that idea changed for me, but I suspected it was that night we’d run into each other in the hallway. He’d looked sexy and disheveled with the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up to reveal his muscular forearms and the top buttons of his shirt undone. His hair had been mussed and wild, completely different from how sleek and
