Why My Hot, Flirty Boss Suddenly Stopped Talking to Me: Part 2

Melinda, my best friend, couldn’t under­stand how my attrac­tion to Bran­don turned into some­thing more than just a crush. I had openly dis­cussed with her the idea of mak­ing Bran­don a poten­tial fling, but she fig­ured I was being “all talk and no action,” like any other time.

What I had ini­tially felt for Bran­don was a chal­lenge and the poten­tial to have a good time with some­one who was clearly expe­ri­enced in that depart­ment. What I never would have imag­ined was that him avoid­ing me would really start­ing to bother me or that I would take it so per­son­ally. This was beyond Bran­don feel­ing uncom­fort­able around a girl he had assumed was young and inno­cent. It was as if he was scared of not me per­son­ally, but of what I could do to him, or rather, what I could bring out in him.

Maybe he just feels like he was kind of lead­ing you on and now he knows that you’re not that naïve?” Melinda tried rea­son­ing with me but it was to no avail.

I think I scared him off, maybe he thinks I’m those typ­i­cal easy girls?” I responded. “I can’t blame him. I still can’t believe I told him about the dirty book I was read­ing. It was so—“

Embar­rass­ing. I know, you told me the story already,” she inter­jected. “But maybe it wasn’t just that?” Melinda didn’t see it as big deal, but she didn’t under­stand just how deep my feel­ings were get­ting. Bran­don was hand­some to the point that his own walk empha­sized his own self-confidence in his looks.

Well what do you think it is?” I was get­ting to the point of giv­ing up. There was no point in pur­su­ing some­thing with some­one if they were clearly not inter­ested. And Bran­don was def­i­nitely not interested.

He prob­a­bly just doesn’t want to hurt your feel­ings? I mean every­one in the com­pany knows him. He’s been work­ing long enough that they think he’s just a flirt, you know? Nice to all the girls, I mean he was nice to me and remem­ber I told you there was a rumor that he went out with that one girl from that other office?” Melinda had a point. Bran­don was known to be a flirt (or so we thought at that time) and I wasn’t receiv­ing any spe­cial treat­ment from him, as much as I hated to admit it.

Yeah that’s true. Oh my god, how embar­rass­ing though. Here I am prac­ti­cally fling­ing myself at him! I need to move on, how come there aren’t any cute guys at school?” I whined to Melinda. We mulled over the lack of decent guys our age, but my thoughts con­tin­ued to drift back to Brandon’s grin that first day I had met him. Get over him Lena; he’s just another Jared, just a lit­tle older. (Jared was my sleazy ex-boyfriend.) At that point, I didn’t know just how much older the man haunt­ing my thoughts really was, and it wasn’t until towards the end of the month that I would find out.

After com­ing to terms with the fact that I was in a one-sided game of seduc­tion and flir­ta­tion, I started to ignore Bran­don. It was bet­ter that I stopped try­ing to be some­one else just to attract the atten­tion of a guy who was prob­a­bly giv­ing the same kind of atten­tion to every other woman. Yes, I was resent­ful. I had invested time and effort only to real­ize in the end that I was faced with the fact that Bran­don was no dif­fer­ent than my Jared. He may have been older, but he wasn’t any better.

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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.