It had been about six months that I had been working as a secretary in an office. And in those six months, I developed a crush on the much older manager of another office that was connected to ours. At the time, I just saw it as a schoolgirl crush; one that would only exist in my imagination and never turn into reality.
Brandon was well-respected and a sought-after bachelor. From the gossip that floated around the office, it seemed that he had just recently come back from a big move to Alaska. The story was that after his most recent divorce, he jumped into a relationship with a fellow church member; they fell in love (or rather lust) and were ready to move together to Alaska and open up a fellowship church.
About two months after his leave, Brandon came back, slid right into the position he left behind, and there were no questions asked. Many of the ladies speculated on what really happened—an early case of cold feet perhaps, there was even talk that the woman wasn’t all there, which usually followed with the gesture that she was crazy.
Brandon had come back right after I had already started working as a secretary. And it was with this gossip that I began my attraction to the sexy man who grinned at me every time he came in. There was so much that he hid beneath his confident smile and immaculate appearance; there was this rebelliousness so tangible that it made me second-guess myself about pursuing anything with him.
I worked mostly on the weekends, thanks to my college overload during the week. But it was on the weekends that Brandon made most of his appearances in the office, much to my joy. One Saturday morning he came in, said hello to the other ladies, and then sat in the desk diagonally from the one I was sitting at.
“And how’s the most beautiful girl in the office doing today?” he asked with his signature baritone voice.
At this point, I knew to just laugh and roll my eyes at Brandon’s compliments, because they were just a part of his charm. He was a well-known flirt with the ladies and I was no exception, no matter how much I wished I was.
“I could be better if I could just be at home, sleeping in. How about you?” I replied.
“Sleep in? A girl your age? You should be out doing all the things I used to! Get in trouble, have fun,” he said as he smiled. His eyes looked past me, as if he had triggered a memory of his own. I couldn’t help but just stare at him. My eyes wandered down to his neck, the collar of his shirt barely covering up an obviously detailed tattoo.
Oh, everyone knew Brandon had a past. But what exactly happened in it was anyone’s guess. All I knew from that moment was that this was a man who had clearly been there, done that, and expressed that fact with his confident demeanor. He was the kind of guy I needed. I wasn’t sure what his views on commitment were, but my guess was that his personality made it clear. And that’s when I decided that Brandon was going to be my newest fling, and this time, there were going to be no emotions involved. I just had to figure out how to get in…