I had gotten over my initial shock from learning that my older man Brandon was almost twice my age. I was still incredibly attracted to him. As the secretary to his co-manager, Brandon and I got to see each other a lot and we had developed a flirtatious relationship. It wasn’t anything serious, much to my dismay, but it kept my attention enough that I didn’t give the time of day to the guys in my classes who were asking me out. I often thought about just telling them that they were too young for me. Brandon was it, regardless of the fact that he was wasn’t far from hitting 50.
Brandon’s position as a manager didn’t shape my attraction. On the contrary, it actually made me take a few steps back. If something were to ever happen between us, we would be the talk of the company and being a private person, that was the last thing I wanted. School was going well, but I was constantly studying over the weekends I had to work. Coming close to the end of November, I was cramming for my finals.
I was getting used to mine and Brandon’s conversations; we were getting to know one another and I was glad. However, there were still times that I got a hot-and-cold reaction from him. There were times that we would give off chemistry so intense that even I had to analyze it to see if it was one-sided. And in those times, I was sure that Brandon felt the same thing for me. But then I would see him another day, and it was as if he didn’t know me. Getting tired of his bipolar attitude, I told myself that I would only take so much and that I would end up just giving up on us.
But one Sunday morning as Joanne, the other weekend receptionist, was looking at the newspaper ads and I was on the computer studying, Brandon came in.
“Hi ladies, how are you both doing on this beautiful day?” As always, Brandon’s voice made my heart skip a beat. I hated that fact, but there was nothing I could do.
“Studying,” I replied without looking back at him. The day before, Brandon had acted distant with me, so I wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine.
“Just reading the paper. How are you?” Joanne said immediately after.
“Oh I’m great! You know, God’s good.” Brandon was a Christian man strong in his faith, so I was told, but I had to admit he did praise the lord in a way that didn’t come off as condescending or obnoxious. It was actually kind of cute, even though I wasn’t one for religion.
I spied Joanne through my peripheral as she smiled and nodded at Brandon, “Yes he is. How’s everything over at your place?” I wasn’t sure what type of manager Brandon was, but from what I heard, he was a good worker who and went above and beyond.
“Oh, it’s a zoo right now,” said Brandon. “You got all the girls talking about the holiday party. What they’re going to wear, who they’re going with. All that nonsense, Jesus says it’s all nonsense.” Joanne and I couldn’t help but laugh. Seeing Brandon talk about Jesus and God so strictly was refreshing, only because you could see that he was really passionate about it.
There were only two weeks left until the big annual holiday party where all the employees came together. And apparently, real juicy gossip stemmed from these parties. When I got my invitation, my thoughts immediately went to Brandon. This could be my one shot at showing him that I was much more than the young receptionist…