How to Get Your Hot Older Manager to Notice You at the Company Christmas Party: Part 1

As the weeks went by, my excite­ment for my work’s annual hol­i­day party soon turned to dread. I was wor­ried that the older man I was devel­op­ing feel­ings for would change his mind at the last sec­ond. What if he had his eye on some­one else in the company?

Bran­don had the rep­u­ta­tion of being a flirt and play­boy, so why was I putting all my time into ana­lyz­ing our own flirty exchanges? My hopes were high that they were more than just for his enter­tain­ment pur­poses; I was hope­ful that he might actu­ally have a thing for me. And it was not until the day he insin­u­ated an inter­est in me that I was ready to strut what I had to offer at that com­pany party. Whether he was just flirt­ing around and play­ing with my emo­tions, I was deter­mined to prove to him what a prize I was—even though most of my con­fi­dence was just a front.

The week­end of the party finally arrived. It was on a Sat­ur­day and since I worked every week­end, that meant I had to get ready at work. I came in Sat­ur­day morn­ing with my dress and makeup bag in hand. “Well, aren’t you ready for tonight?” Joanne, the other week­end recep­tion­ist, smiled and winked as I sat at my desk.

Oh you know, have to make sure I have every­thing,” I grinned back. “Noth­ing gets left behind.”

The work day went by slow with hardly any calls, and just before clos­ing down for the day, I used my unused hour of lunch to get ready. I was meet­ing my best friend Melinda, who worked for the same com­pany, at her place, since it was close to the hotel where the party was being held.

I re-did my hair and put on a metic­u­lous smoky eye. Since the dress I had put myself in debt for had glit­ter shim­mer­ing through­out, I put on a small pair of teardrop ear­rings. Sim­ple and ele­gant was the exact look I was going for and if I did say so myself, I had achieved it. With only an hour left to swing by Melinda’s place and get to the party, I scram­bled out the door, heels in hand.

As we arrived at the party, both Melinda and I walked through the lobby doors of a big ritzy hotel; the com­pany did not slack in pro­vid­ing their employ­ees with a good time.  “Wow! Now that’s a Christ­mas tree! And is that an open bar?” Melinda squealed. See­ing as how we were both only 20, we did not expect to get away with get­ting a drink with­out get­ting carded. To our sur­prise, we made our orders and were given our drinks with no ques­tions asked.

The minute I had stepped in through the doors, I was already scan­ning the faces at the tables and the ones on the dance floor—there was no sign of Bran­don. A part of me felt embar­rassed of the effort I put in, get­ting dolled up for the night. Sure, I was get­ting stares and com­pli­ments on my dress, but they weren’t com­ing from the one man I really wanted them from.

It doesn’t look like Bran­don is here. I see Joanne and Ben at your guys’ reserved table; do you wanna head over there?” Melinda asked as she pointed towards the table near the dance floor.

Sure. That way we can watch every­one danc­ing,” I smiled, try­ing to cheer myself up.

A buf­fet of food and two cran­berry vod­kas later, I set­tled on the fact that Bran­don wasn’t show­ing up. I felt humil­i­ated and the buzz from my third drink was start­ing to kick in. All the money I spent on my dress and the time I took to look just right seemed to have been a waste. Or so I thought…

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About Lena

I’d always dreamed of the perfect fairytale prince in storybooks—ready with money and status to come save me from my chaotic, average life and treat me like his princess. Add a 26-year age difference and I found the closest thing to it. Not everything comes as easy as we expect it to, but that’s what makes it all the more fun. At 18 years old, I experienced that “Mr. Right Now” love with a guy my age named Jared. Two years later, I met Brandon, my older man. Jared was the typical playboy who romanced my naïve younger self and made me fall hard for him. That relationship caused me to view love in an entirely different way than I previously had, and I’m actually glad it did. By the time I met Brandon, I had become wiser and more prepared for the reality of relationships. Even though at 20 years old I didn’t show the tell-tale signs of a smart, mature woman, that was exactly what I had become. I started as a part-time secretary for a highly respectable office, while juggling a full-time load of college courses at the local university. It was my first official job where I had to wear heels, pencil skirts, and an occasional suit. I was no longer the high-school girl that found “true love” after graduation and had her heart broken immediately after. The new woman I was now was confident and smart, and when I saw Brandon walk through the lobby door, I knew he’d be a challenge, one I was ready to accept. Now at 22, and Brandon at 48, we’ve managed to keep a two -year relationship feeling like the very first day we met—all the excitement and butterflies are still very much present.