After 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…