After the long awaited holiday party, my relationship with my older crush seemed to change. Much to my heart’s content, Brandon had made it a point to look for me that night at the company party. And with that, my best friend Melinda made me realize that I was really playing with fire. My flirting with the manager of a respectable office was becoming more serious. My emotions were all mixed up. I was starting to get scared that I didn’t know what I was doing trying to play around with a man who was 26 years my senior. And if he really wanted a committed relationship, was I really up for it?
This was becoming more than just an exchange between a wolfish manager and a flirty secretary. It was becoming the potential relationship between a single, older man and a much younger woman who believed she could take it all on. I was starting to become a little hesitant about the whole situation and doubts started to set in. It wasn’t as if Brandon had asked me out, he just was more forthcoming with his attraction for me than I was readily admitting. At that moment, I had to make a decision—would I continue my mission to seduce this man, or would I tone it down and settle with looking for someone my age?
Weeks passed and I rang in the New Year with Melinda and our families. That was when my singleness seemed to glare at me. Sure, Melinda was single just as I was, but I wanted to kiss that special someone at the end of the countdown and Brandon’s face would pop up any time my thoughts went in that direction.
I expected things to be a little different between myself and Brandon, and it was, but not in the way I thought. Once again, I was getting the cold shoulder by Brandon—the same thing had happened after I admitted to him that I read erotic fiction.This man could not have been any more confusing. I was sitting at my desk doing my typical paperwork and Brandon walked in.“Good morning, Lena,” Brandon said as he looked over in my direction, as if he was hesitating to say something else.
“Good morning!” I replied in a cheery tone. I was happy to see him and ready for what else he had to say. After the holiday party, I hadn’t seen Brandon for almost three weeks and that was a pretty long time. But instead of prolonging our conversation, he gave me a quick nod and a polite smile.
“Good. Is Calvin in?” And with that, he went on his business to see my manager.
I didn’t know how to take it. Was he seriously going to act like there was nothing between us? Pissed off and a little humiliated, I sent an angry text to Melinda: “I’m done. I need to get over this guy. Who am I kidding? He’s older than my dad! He can’t even act like he knows me and pretends to not know that there’s something between us. He’s just a typical flirt. I don’t need that!”
Little did I know what was really going on with Brandon and that he actually had a plan of his own.