My spring semester came and went. I decided to take advantage of my summer break by using it to spend more time with Brandon.
I made the effort to show my boss at work that I wasn’t just another pretty face with no brains. Taking on the tasks of an assistant administrator, I was helping out a lot and so my manager had me come in almost every single day. I didn’t really complain; other than Melinda, I didn’t really have that many friends to make plans with. And the end result was paychecks to spend on shopping trips—if I was going to be working so much, I might as well be well dressed.
Being in the office every day certainly worked in my favor. I was running errands for my manager and some of those errands just happened to lead me to Brandon’s office every so often. I was also at the office whenever Brandon stopped by. It was the perfect setup for our flirty exchange to blossom, which it did. I wasn’t the most confident woman in the world, but there was something about this older man that made me feel sexy and beautiful. It was in the way that he looked at me, almost as if he was ready to strip me naked there on the desk. And I would have been more than willing.
The attraction started out as physical; he was drop-dead sexy, exuding confidence, and screaming rebel in his demeanor. Brandon had brown hair and wore it slicked back, and his chiseled jaw was highlighted by the anchor beard he sported. Though he wasn’t very tall, he more than made up for it with his broad shoulders and muscular arms.
What ultimately sealed the attraction with Brandon were his arms, which I had the luck to see uncovered. As it so happened I was in the office early one morning and Brandon was joining my boss in a conference. Apparently Brandon had been running late, because the minute I turned around from my desk, there he was shoving his arms through each sleeve of his white button up. He didn’t notice that I saw as he strolled down the hall, but I certainly took note of the full-sleeve tattoos on both his arms that he usually hid.
I knew that Brandon had tattoos. But to see that both arms were detailed in colored art was kind of shocking. Both bulging biceps were covered in hues of blue and green, and for the rest of the day, I couldn’t help but imagine myself in-between them. Seeing those tattoos not only took me by surprise but impressed me. There was definitely another side to Brandon, and I wouldn’t be able to rest until I unleashed it.