How could someone so passionate about his job be so lackluster in his family life? Well, he had no family. His wife and he were childless, by her choice. She was a few years older than he was, and she came from wealth. Her father had paid for the young Mr. Brown to go to a prestigious law school, and had helped him secure his job in the big firm. I already knew all about Mrs. Brown. She was very affluent in town, and knew a lot of important people. They had been married for almost 30 years. I am only 32, and so being married for that long seems like such an accomplishment, but Mr. Brown said it was more like a prison sentence. He said that he was thankful for her, but that he wanted more out of life. Being 55, he thought that a divorce was out of the question—especially when a large trust would be endowed to him upon her passing.
I could understand what he was thinking. He asked if I knew what it felt like to be taken care of and to be provided for, and I told him that my husband did a lot for me and my children, but that he lacked in maturity and drive, two things Mr. Brown did not lack. He slid his hand from the shift knob, and rested it down on my thigh. I then asked how much longer until we got to his condo on the riverfront. He immediately stepped on the gas, and raced the rest of the way to his place. I was both excited and scared—I knew if my husband found out, my marriage would be over. I also knew that if Mrs. Brown found out about anything, Mr. Brown could be ruined, personally and professionally.
That night, we ended up having a few glasses of wine and talking about our situation. Mr. Brown asked me to come back part-time to the firm, so that he could have me around. I knew my husband would be pleased about that—the part-time pay was just as good as what I was making at the new firm working full-time. Plus, I could be around Mr. Brown as much as I wanted. I accepted the job offer and told him I was thankful that he was offering me my position back. And then he told me the job would definitely come with its perks.
The night was coming to a close, and I knew it was time for me to get home. In truth, I was disappointed that the night didn’t include lovemaking—I was a little tipsy and very turned on—but I knew he was the kind of man who wouldn’t rush into it. He gave me a long, passionate kiss that I continued savoring well after it was over. Mr. Brown then looked at me, with a gaze so warm it could have melted a glacier, and told me to be at work on Monday at 8 a.m. sharp. I obliged.
I’ve been back at the firm now for a few weeks. We’ve had wonderful lunch and dinner dates, he’s helping pay for my daughter’s dance classes, and he pays my bills as well. And next week we have an out-of-town trip to our firm in Illinois. Here’s to seeing what’s to come with Mr. Brown.