So. A colleague was having birthday drinks on Monday night, at quite a fancy wine bar. Since she’s new to town and doesn’t know many people, I rung around to invite some of my staff, including Tom, a casual staff member who mostly works weekends. We’ve hung out a bit in the past, mostly down at the local pub, The Golden Sheaf - in fact, we were there on Saturday night, with a bunch of other people. Tom agreed to come along. I’ve sort of had a little crush on him since I started here, about seven months now – he’s very pretty, and great to talk to
We’d had a few bottles of shiraz, and some interesting chitchat, when the party broke up, and the birthday girl and associated others headed home. Tom offered to walk me home, which took us past our usual hang out, The Sheaf. Of course, we stopped for another drink. Or two. Or more.
Then we walked back to my place. I don’t remember any sort of decision or offer being made - maybe I mentioned my spare room, or maybe I didn’t. His place is another good half hour’s walk, in the opposite direction, whereas mine is about two blocks from the pub. Convenient, no?
Back at my house, we drank another two bottles of wine. We sang songs (I play the piano and autoharp, but not simultaneously) and looked at the stars (we both present planetarium shows.) It got very late. I had a shower, and so did Tom, who borrowed a tee shirt. We headed back out to the backyard - he’s a smoker, and I even had a few puffs of his disgusting rollie. The wind picked up, and it was a bit chilly. We huddled together ‘for warmth,’ even after we got back inside.
Then he was kissing me. Tentatively, maybe waiting for me to push him away. Did I mention? I’m his boss. Neither of us actually brought it up – not in so many words… But I didn’t stop, and he didn’t stop. And then we went to bed, and it was a bit drunkenly fumbly, but fun and enthusiastic and intense.
When I woke up, I had an oh-shit-oh-shit-oh-shit reaction, my finally sober brain pointing out that I was his boss, and we’d just had sex. I got up and went to work, leaving him naked in my bed. (I had a 10am meeting I couldn’t miss. I know, I know.) I cried sick, and was home by 11, but he was gone, leaving only a red wine stain on the wall, and a couple of condoms in the bin. And pash rash on my chin. Mmm, stubbly.
I haven’t heard from him since. We don’t often work together – as I said, I work weekdays, he works weekends. I have a feeling this was to him a very casual thing, probably just a once off. Which I’m fine with. But I’d also be fine if he wanted to do it again. More than fine.
What’s going to happen now, I wonder…
Hopefully he won’t be all weird about it and the fun can continue. Keep us posted!