One Way to Know for Sure If Your Rich Older Boss Actually Wants to Be More Than Friends: Part 1

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…

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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.