Joanne gasped, realizing the flirty comment Brandon made towards me. Becky grabbed her mug and playfully slapped Brandon on the back, coming up to the counter to look at me hard in the eye—I could feel the jealousy coming from her. “Oh come on Brandon, you’re going to scare the girl.” I just stared at her back. You could cut the tension between us with a knife, but I don’t think anyone else noticed.
“Yes! She’s too young for you! I think it’s time for you to get out,” Joanne said jokingly, but loud enough for everyone to hear. I just smiled. Quite frankly, I wasn’t sure if Brandon’s question was a rhetorical one, or if it was my cue to say something flirty back. But I chose to stay quiet as Joanne came around and playfully pointed Brandon out the door. Becky laughed along with Joanne and the three of them headed down the hall towards the back. But before Brandon turned the corner, he looked over at me, smiled, and winked. I could feel my cheeks turning red as I smiled back.
Go figure that the one guy who catches my attention at work is one who also happens to be a natural flirt, too. I had a type and thinking back to my ex, Jared, it was the flirty confident ones. I sat down replaying the whole scene again in my head.
Brandon was good looking, but he was also clearly older, something that never caused me to think twice. I wasn’t shy to the idea of being with someone older; it was actually calling my attention more than being with another guy my age that would just be afraid of a monogamous and committed relationship. Someone around Brandon’s age would be confident, smart, educated, and experienced with women and relationships, among other things. I knew exactly where my mind was going on that latter part when I imagined sinking my nails in those broad shoulders.
I needed to focus on my work before someone caught me daydreaming, so I grabbed my pen and moved the stack of papers. In doing that, I uncovered my romance novel from earlier, and figured I might as well finish the steamy chapter I was on; only this time, I’d be imagining another man’s face in the story. I just couldn’t stop thinking about Brandon.