The One Thing I Wish I Never Uncovered About My Hot Older Crush at Work: Part 1

I had just come to the real­iza­tion that my older crush, Bran­don, and my sleazy ex-boyfriend, Jared, were unfor­tu­nately very sim­i­lar. Both Bran­don and Jared shared many qual­i­ties, like their over-the-top con­fi­dence and the same cocky grin. They both prided them­selves in main­tain­ing their fig­ure, even though Bran­don clearly had the bet­ter body. But in ret­ro­spect, there were no real dif­fer­ences, other than their obvi­ous ages.

But I have to admit that as much as I liked to think I knew Bran­don, I really didn’t know him as well as I had hoped. There was the work­place gos­sip and not even that was enough for me to learn that Bran­don had been a well-off man­ager alone with his only son—that I learned from my best friend, Melinda, who worked for the same com­pany I did. And besides the one girl­friend he had left behind in Alaska, were there more in the past? And what really hap­pened in Alaska?

Melinda and I con­stantly spec­u­lated, but we never quite got close to the actual truth. It didn’t really mat­ter though; the fact of the mat­ter was that it was nigh time to say good­bye to my short infat­u­a­tion and look to greener hori­zons. And so I was pre­pared to do just that until one Sat­ur­day afternoon.

Hav­ing to work every week­end was start­ing to take its toll on me. I had to be at the office every day, includ­ing Sat­ur­days and Sun­days, from nine to five. The only perk was see­ing Bran­don, since he usu­ally took the time to come in and visit my man­ager on those days. I had liked to enter­tain the idea that it was really because of me, but now I had highly doubted it, espe­cially because he didn’t come around quite as often.

Since I had started to ignore Bran­don, I was try­ing really hard not to eaves­drop on the con­ver­sa­tions my man­ager had with him over the phone. The less I heard of him, the bet­ter off I was. But that day, I dis­tinctly heard my boss call Brandon’s office. “Hey! What? No visit today? Just ’cause it’s your birth­day, it doesn’t mean you don’t have work to do for the new project?” he joked. Since both Bran­don and my boss were lead man­agers for the com­pany, they were often given the task of work­ing on projects together, which led to Bran­don con­stantly being at my office more than he was at his own.

Melinda and I con­stantly talked about how old Bran­don really was. Since we never had the audac­ity to ask any of the other co-workers, we guessed that was some­where between 35 and 37 years old. I knew he was older than me, but I fig­ured a 16 or 17-year age dif­fer­ence wouldn’t be that bad. It still seemed man­age­able, and since I wasn’t really after any­thing long-term with Bran­don any­ways, his age wasn’t that big of a deal.

So, how old are you now? I feel like I should know,” I over­heard my boss say as he started laugh­ing into the phone.

No way! Are you seri­ous? You’ve just turned 46? Man, you look good for your age, you know that? What’s your secret?”

My heart dropped as my boss con­tin­ued on with his con­ver­sa­tion with Bran­don, the man who I had fallen hard and fast for. This was more than a crush, but at 26 years my senior, Bran­don was more than twice my age. And that wasn’t even the worst part…

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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.