The Night My Older Boss Became My Wealthy Older Man: Part 1

As a mar­ried mother of two kids, I don’t have much time for the bar scene any­more. Hell, I don’t have much time for any scene any­more. And so, when a few months ago I was invited out for a cousin’s bach­e­lorette party, who hap­pens to be much younger than I am, it dawned on me that I didn’t have any­thing to wear. I didn’t want to be that frumpy lady out on the town with the hot col­lege girls. Luck­ily, my cousin let me bor­row a slinky dress, did my hair and makeup, and got me look­ing and feel­ing like I was in my late 20s again.

The group of ladies and I decided to start the night off at a local mar­tini bar, and that’s where I ran into a for­mer boss of mine. This man is a mar­ried, very suc­cess­ful lawyer, who has a drive that is unmatched by any man my age. When I left the law firm, he had asked that we keep in con­tact, and, as much as I had wanted to, I knew it would cause prob­lems for my mar­riage, so I declined.

We had a great rap­port, and there had been so much chem­istry between us dur­ing all of our encoun­ters. When I saw him that night in the bar, I could tell that noth­ing had changed. I felt that same heat radi­at­ing between us, and I could tell from his eyes that he felt it, too.

After a few drinks, the bride-to-be wanted to move on with her ladies to a pop­u­lar club. I knew I would feel out of place at that club, and so Mr. Brown (as we’ll call him) offered to keep his eye on me and drive me home. His offer sur­prised me, but I told my cousin he was a for­mer coworker and that I felt safe with him. And I wasn’t sup­posed to be home for another two hours, so no harm no foul—right? Soon after the ladies left, Mr. Brown sug­gested that we take a drive to see his new condo, and then I remem­bered his black Bent­ley and I didn’t resist. The Bent­ley had smooth, black leather seats, and win­dows tinted so dark you could barely see out—or in. He opened the pas­sen­ger door for me and I climbed in.

He started up the car and tried to make small talk. He asked how my new job was going, and if I liked it, and then he said that it was a good idea that I had left the firm. As I stole a con­fused glance at him, I smelled his Acqua Di Gio cologne from across the arm­rest. And then I real­ized that this was not about my job. He had always known there was chem­istry between us, far more than just a pro­fes­sional rela­tion­ship, and that’s what he wanted to talk about. He then asked me how things were with my hus­band, and when I told him I was feel­ing less than loved lately, he con­fided that things were the same in his marriage…

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About Amber C

As a married mother of two kids, I don’t have much time for the bar scene anymore. Hell, I don’t have much time for any scene anymore. So, when a few months ago I was invited out for a cousin’s bachelorette party, I happily accepted. The night started off at a local martini bar, and that’s where I ran into a former boss of mine. This man is a married, very successful lawyer, who has a drive that is unmatched by any man my age. We had a great rapport, and there had been so much chemistry between us, during all of our encounters. And when I saw him that night in the bar, I could tell that nothing had changed. After a few drinks, the bachelorette wanted to move on with her ladies to a popular club. I knew I would feel out of place at that club, and so Mr. Brown (as we’ll call him) offered to keep his eye on me and drive me home. His offer surprised me, but I told my cousin he was a former coworker and that I felt safe with him. And I wasn’t supposed to be home for another two hours, so no harm no foul—right? Soon after the ladies left, Mr. Brown suggested that we take a drive to see his new condo, and then I remembered his black Bentley and I didn’t resist.