What Happened When My Hot Older Boss Caught Me Reading a Naughty Book at Work (Not What I Expected): Part 2


Oh, I’m sorry! What are you read­ing there?” Bran­don asked as he motioned to the paper­work I had put my book under. I was mor­ti­fied, but I tried my best to hide it.

Uh, just a book you know, just to pass the time.” I waved my hand in a matter-of-fact way. I had to play it cool; I didn’t want him to think that it was a big deal, even though I was freak­ing out inside.

Oh, well what’s it about?” Since when was he so inter­ested in what my books were about? I stared at Bran­don as he grinned, seem­ing to know exactly what I was read­ing. Mor­ti­fied, I turned my face to the stack of papers hid­ing my guilty plea­sure. It was one of those corny romance nov­els, the ones with cheesy sex scenes in every other chapter.

Oh god, maybe there’s a chance he didn’t see it! And then I remem­bered back to the day we had met—I had been read­ing another book just like it, with the shirt­less man on the cover. He did know, because I was sure that that very day he had caught me in much the same way.

Feel­ing as though I had no other option, I mus­tered up all the courage I could find, looked Bran­don straight in the eye, and said, “Oh, you know, one of those sex books.” I couldn’t believe I had admit­ted it and it looked as though Bran­don couldn’t either. His eyes widened as his jaw dropped. Tak­ing one step back, he cleared his throat as he straight­ened up.

Aright then, well, I…uh…I have some things to drop off. That’s what I came to do, so I was just look­ing for some­one to help me. But if you’re busy there read­ing, it’s no prob­lem. I don’t want to inter­rupt,” he said as he walked down the hall.

For the first time since our ini­tial meet­ing, Bran­don seemed to be at a loss. Usu­ally calm and col­lected, it was if some­one just came and swept the rug right out from under his feet. I had doubted that any­one was as blunt as I had been in that moment and I knew Bran­don wasn’t used to it. And to think that he saw me as inno­cent and sweet, to imag­ine that I was read­ing books like that? I knew it affected him, but it wasn’t in the way that I expected.

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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.