The year I turned forty-nine, my boss had decided to retire, leaving his son David to step in and take over the insurance company I had worked with for the past twenty-four years. David was a handsome, charming, hardworking young man who was thirty-one, with brown eyes and hair, about five-ten with a lean muscular build.
I was eighteen years older, with blonde hair, brown eyes, a 36C-24-38 figure, and had become involved with him during the past year, after he had walked up catching me with another coworker making out in my car, resulting in us having a menage a trois at David's house. The other coworker, Andy had since left the company taking a job out of state, while David I continued meeting occasionally for some after hours fun.
David's new position, left me in a quandary, especially when he chose me as the lead agent and office manager. He assured me the decision was made strictly on my work, with his fathers input and advice and had nothing to do with our relationship outside the office, saying he was hoping that wouldn't change.
The following month was business as usual, with very little change at work, other than the fact David and I were meeting daily discussing ways to build the business and the hiring of two more agents. Our after hours get togethers had stopped other than having drinks with our office colleagues.
On one of those evenings I was working late while everyone else headed to the bar, and was still at my desk going over paperwork when David called my cellphone asking when I expected to get done, telling me he would have stayed to help had he known I was working so late.
I told him it's okay that I'd be finishing within the hour and heading home for glass of wine, a relaxing bath, and curling up on the couch with my book. He said he'd seen my husband with two of his officers on a car stop, and asked if he was working all night, when I told him he was, David said he'd be glad to stop by the house if I wanted some company.
