A couple of days went by after meeting Brandon. As it turns out, the older man was the manager of another office owned by the same corporation that owned the office where me and my best friend, Melinda, worked. Working for the same company had its perks, which was that Melinda and I saw each other often.
As I thought more about Brandon, I noticed that having worked there for a couple of months, it was strange that I hadn’t run into him earlier. Curious, I asked Melinda what she knew about Brandon. When prompted, she asked why I was so interested.
“You don’t think he’s attractive?” I asked a little surprised.
“Uh, he’s older, like older than your mom,” Melinda replied back incredulously.
“He’s not that much older. He’s like what, 35 or 36?” I said.
“Somewhere around there, I guess. That’s still a 16-year age difference!” Melinda was clearly not seeing the same guy I was talking about. Brandon looked like he took extremely good care of himself. He was well-groomed with a nice smile with even teeth. And he looked so sexy wearing a suit; luckily for me, he was a manager so he was obligated to wear one every day.
“You have to admit he’s pretty hot though,” I said smirking. She looked at me and seemed to struggle when she finally admitted to that fact.
“He knows how to dress. I’ll give him that, but I mean you can’t really go wrong with a suit if you think about it.” Well, she didn’t necessarily agree with the “hot” part, but it was close enough. The fact of the matter was that I thought Brandon was hot and regardless of the fact that maybe he was out of my league, I was still going to have some fun with him. And seeing as he felt comfortable enough to openly flirt with me, why I couldn’t repay him back with a little flirting of my own?
“Well, not just anyone can fill in a suit jacket like him, that’s for sure. Did you see those shoulders? And what about his arms, can you imagine how big those biceps are?” I knew I sounded like a teenage girl in the locker room, but the truth was I felt like I was finally getting over my ex, Jared, and developing a crush on someone else was a major step, especially someone who was so much more mature. At the time, my intentions weren’t exactly clear on what I wanted to do with Brandon—was it going to be a workplace crush, just a flirty exchange every now and then between the secretary and her manager, or a full-blow office romance?
It was a good thing that he wasn’t my direct manager, but he did happen to be good friends with mine, meaning I saw him a great deal more.
“Yeah that’s true. I know he really likes to work out, he’d told me that one time—” Melinda went on as I listened closely to what she knew about Brandon. Apparently, he had a son around five years younger than Melinda and I. He had been divorced for several years now, and as to why I hadn’t seen him around the office earlier, he had actually moved to Alaska for a couple of months. No one knew exactly why he moved back, but there was a lot of speculation that it involved an ex-girlfriend he was with at the time.
Not only was Brandon good-looking to the point that I was overlooking our big age difference, but he had a past that was slowly being put together like a jigsaw puzzle. It would definitely come in handy, and I had to thank the usual gossip from other coworkers for that.