My Sexy Older Boss was Ignoring Me at Work, So I Did This to Get His Attention (and His Phone Number): Part 1

Sugar Daddy Christian Slater and Younger Wife Brittany Lopez

Another week passed after I was dis­missed by Bran­don, the older man I was fawn­ing over at work. After he flirted with me at the com­pany party, I was con­vinced that some­thing was going to hap­pen between us. But instead, he just gave me the cold shoulder.

Yes, I had decided to let go and for­get about him, and I did—almost. I was mak­ing the effort to flirt with a guy in one of my uni­ver­sity classes. He was tall, blonde, and hand­some, but he wasn’t Bran­don. Was he as con­fi­dent as Bran­don? No. Did he ooze sex appeal like Bran­don? No, but he was exactly what I needed to get over Bran­don. Since I took early classes, I was able to come in dur­ing the week­days to the office and help out, and one day that was exactly what I did.

After chang­ing into my busi­ness attire, I walked out from the restroom and ran right into Bran­don. I had no idea he was in the office vis­it­ing and he was def­i­nitely the last per­son I wanted to see. I had woken up late that morn­ing and threw my hair in a messy bun. And since I usu­ally stayed in the back of the office, I didn’t have to worry about any­one see­ing me but my co-workers. Unfor­tu­nately, that included Brandon.

A lit­tle embar­rassed, but remem­ber­ing how short he was with me the last time I saw him, I threw my shoul­ders back. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t see you there,” I said. I gave a quick smile and made the motion to go around him.

Wait, Lena? No ‘Good after­noon, Bran­don’ or even a ‘How are you’?” appar­ently he wanted to be play­ful with me this time, but I was so done with his bipo­lar attitude.

I looked at him as he gave me a smile and I sighed. “How are you Bran­don?” I couldn’t help it; Brandon’s smile was infec­tious and so I chuckled.

Now that’s more like it! That’s what I’ve been wait­ing all day to hear!” He gave me a hug and pulled out his phone. “Do you mind if I get a pic­ture of us together?” It was the most ran­dom thing that any­one had ever said to me and it was so out of char­ac­ter for Brandon.

A what? A pic­ture?” I asked hes­i­tantly. But he already had his arm around me and he held a firm grip of my shoul­der. I was even more con­fused now than I was a week ago.

Yeah, a quick pic­ture.” He had his phone fac­ing the both of us, his arm stretched. “OK, one, two, three!” I gave a con­fused smile and before I could regain my com­po­sure, he had his phone back in his pocket and was walk­ing out towards our garage to leave. He laughed and turned around before head­ing out the door. “You do me a favor and have the best day of your life,” he yelled back. And with that he was gone.

My mind was com­pletely blank. I had no idea what had just hap­pened. Did Bran­don just take a pic­ture with me on his phone? Con­fused, I went straight to my desk, my heart start­ing to race. Of all days, he picked the one day I didn’t do my hair or put any makeup on. I’m not sure why, but at that moment, I looked down and I’m glad I did, because that’s when I saw it—the real rea­son Bran­don wanted to sud­denly take a pic­ture with me…

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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.