It had been a couple of weeks since I learned that Brandon, my workplace crush, was 26 years my senior. It was a blow to my heart after I had started to develop deeper feelings for him. I tried to tell myself that age was just a number and that worked, but only when I believed that he was only 16 years older. I was off by a whole other decade, and that changed things.
The humiliation that I suffered after making it a point to flirt with him is what got to me the most. The idea that Brandon laughed at me every time he left my office was mortifying and I hated to think of it. Here was this man that I thought I had unbelievable chemistry with, and it turns out I was just providing charity work without knowing it. Brandon probably got a kick out of my flirtations with him—talk about an ego booster!
I knew I was overthinking it a little too much, but the point was that my feelings were hurt, and so was my own ego. Brandon never actually lied about his age, but he did intentionally omit the fact. Then again, he probably didn’t think I needed to know or that I was actually interested. During the weeks that had passed, I had avoided Brandon as much as I could, and it was a good thing that I knew he was avoiding me, too, or so I thought. I talked to my best friend, Melinda, about what happened and she was in as much shock as I was when I told her the news.
“Shut up. Are you serious? But he doesn’t even look his age. Well, it’s not like anything really happened, but he’s older than your dad,” she said.
“By one year though,” I said before I made a big confession. “I should be grossed out by it, but is it wrong that I’m not?” I was so confused by that point that I didn’t know if I was more in shock than hurt or vice versa. But one thing was for certain, the minute I saw Brandon at work the next day, it was as if all my worries went away, and I was back onboard to seduce him.
After my meltdown, I took some time to think and as the shock of finding out Brandon’s real age faded, I came to the conclusion that age really was a number. Brandon was healthy fit and still sexy in my eyes; so what if he was older? That didn’t take away from his attractiveness. I was still fantasizing about him and every erotic book I read portrayed a hero who, in my mind, looked just like Brandon. Coming to this realization made it that much easier when I finally saw him at work.
“How’s the most amazing woman in the world doing today?” Brandon’s voice was still that deep baritone and when I looked up, he still wore that sexy grin. He looked good for his age and that was all. I was just being paranoid about the whole ordeal. I was also in fear that Brandon’s age would start showing, but it obviously didn’t. Both Brandon and I got over whatever shock we went through upon learning something of one another—my learning of his age, and him learning about my interest in sexy novels—and so we were back to our old ways of flirty exchanges. My plan to make him mine was back on track.