Why You Sometimes Have to Lie to Your Older Man to Get What You Want: Part 1

Why You Sometimes Have to Lie to Your Older Man to Get What You Want: Part 1After the lunch date with Mrs. Brown, my older man’s wife, I was ner­vous to go back to work the next day. Mr. Brown had sent me a text ask­ing me to meet him at his condo, but I never responded. I decided that I needed to fin­ish work­ing on the Easter egg hunt that was being put on by our firm, and I had two daugh­ters who wanted to spend some time with me. I fig­ured I could afford to put my office romance on the back burner for the time being.

I spent the rest of the day play­ing with my kids, and fin­ish­ing all of the work that I had been putting off. I tucked the girls into bed and decided to get back on my lap­top, which I hadn’t checked since I got the e-mail from Mrs. Brown. It was pretty late and I needed to get some sleep, but I was curi­ous to see what else I would find in my inbox. Most of the e-mails were from spon­sors for the upcom­ing Easter egg hunt. But then I saw three e-mails from Mr. Brown, one marked urgent. I opened the urgent mes­sage first and slowly read through it. He was won­der­ing why I never got back to him, or why I never showed up at his condo yes­ter­day. I sighed and shut the lap­top. I just wanted to go to sleep.

My alarm went off the next morn­ing and I took my time gath­er­ing my things for work. I put the kids on the school bus, and then decided to stop for a cof­fee at my favorite café—anything to delay hav­ing to see Mr. Brown at work.

When I finally got to my desk, I real­ized I had a lot on my to-do list, but before I could even get started, the phone rang. It was Mr. Brown—my lover and my boss—asking to see him in his office imme­di­ately. I threw my stuff on the chair and took a deep breath. I really didn’t want to do this right now; I didn’t have the energy for a fight. I just wanted to come in and focus on work.

When I walked into his office, I could tell that he was upset. He looked like an angry bull: head down, brows arched. He told me to shut the door. This was the first time I’d ever seen him angry, as a lover or as an employee. He looked me dead in the eye and asked why I was avoid­ing him. I told him that some things had come up that I needed to take care of at home.

He asked if I was “tak­ing care” of the hus­band that I had been sep­a­rated from for the past six months. I told him that it was actu­ally my daugh­ters, as well as the firm’s Easter func­tion, that had kept me so tied up. I also lied and told him that I had been hav­ing trou­ble with my cell phone. Just by the look on his face and the rag­ing expres­sion in his eyes, I could tell he wasn’t buy­ing it…