What It Means When You Have Hot Dreams About Your Rich Older Boss

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.

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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.