One Way to Know for Sure If Your Rich Older Boss Actually Wants to Be More Than Friends: Part 2

When I got my invi­ta­tion for the hol­i­day party, I imme­di­ately thought about Bran­don and what he might think of it. Did he like going to these par­ties or were they a waste of time to him? It was going to be my first time ever attend­ing one, and my sole pur­pose was to see Bran­don there. So I lis­tened in on his con­ver­sa­tion with Joanne, the other recep­tion­ist, to try and get more details.

We deserve the time to unwind and have some fun. We all work hard dur­ing the year and this is the one time to cel­e­brate it,” Joanne said. Like Bran­don, Joanne had been in the com­pany for a while. We often teased that she came with the building.

No, you’re right. We do deserve it, but then you’ve got peo­ple like Peter and Anthony last year, remem­ber?” said Bran­don. Clearly some­thing hap­pened that I hadn’t been aware of.

Well, there was that, but they did have too much to drink. Peo­ple just need to watch how much they’re drinking.”

Or they shouldn’t drink at all. There’s noth­ing spe­cial about get­ting drunk.” If there was a tone of resent­ment in Brandon’s voice, it was prob­a­bly because he didn’t drink. From what I had heard, he had been sober for 20-something years. As men­tioned, Bran­don had a wild past. Quick to change the sub­ject, he looked at Joanne as I turned around to watch them con­vers­ing. “Are you going with your husband?”

Yeah, I was think­ing of bring­ing him or my daughter-in-law. Most likely Ben will come with me. How about you, I’m pretty sure you have a date,” asked Joanne. As she looked expec­tantly at Bran­don, time seemed to go by slow and with that, I saw the quick glance that Bran­don gave in my direc­tion. I held my breath. Even though there was obvi­ously some­thing between us, it was some­thing that we really didn’t talk about. Our per­son­al­i­ties just com­pli­mented each other and that was all. But whether or not he did have a date would be the turn­ing point for us. Sure, I just wanted a fling, but that didn’t mean that I didn’t want some exclu­sive­ness in what­ever under­stand­ing we came to have.

Oh no, I don’t have time for that. Between work and my son, it’s hard to meet any­one really. How about you, Lena? Are you going with any­one?” Bran­don smiled over at me, catch­ing me com­pletely off guard. The con­ver­sa­tion was between him and Joanne; I was just a spec­ta­tor. So, I was taken aback to the ques­tion and didn’t real­ize until later why he was so inter­ested in my answer.

Uh no, I don’t even think I’ll go. But if I do, my date would prob­a­bly just be Melinda.” Melinda was my best friend and when in need of a date, your best friend was always a go-to. I watched as Bran­don smiled back at me, putting his arms behind his head and lean­ing back in his chair. I looked over at Joanne as she went back to read­ing her news­pa­per. As I was about to turn back to face my com­puter, I heard Bran­don rock in his chair.

Well, Lena, you do know that I am sin­gle?” Brandon’s last word was fol­lowed by Joanne look­ing up and gasp­ing. I was left speech­less. That was def­i­nitely the last thing I ever expected to hear from Brandon.

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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.