My Boss and I

When I started my job as an account executive in advertising sales, I was 23 and had been living in Benin city for a year. I'd also broken up with my boyfriend of six years two months earlier, and I hadn't been on a date since.
On the first day, my boss,Philipp (not his real name), came up to me to say hi while I was setting up my desk. I was immediately struck by how much cuter he was in person than via Skype. Mr Phillip was 31, tall, light skinned, and handsome. I would have been blind not to have noticed how attractive he was, but I told myself he was off-limits since he was my boss. I secretly hoped he wasn't married.
During our conversation, Phillip told me that the two of us would be going to a "get to know each other" Lunch soon. i wasn't taken by surprise because i was employed as his PA so i assumed he would want to know more about who he would be working with. He picked out one of the best Chinese restaurant and i couldn't help but notice that it looked like a perfect date. He ordered a bottle of wine for us the moment we sat.
We started chatting about our industry and my new job, and then, toward the end of the bottle, we got onto the subject of how our friends from the small towns we grew up in got married at a young age—and how neither of us saw our lives going that way. He said, "Yeah, some of my friends got married so they could have sex," Phillip said.

I was taken aback, so I changed the subject.

Shortly afterward, phillip said, "So, uh, should we order a second bottle?" He seemed to know he was suggesting something a little taboo because he said it quietly out of the side of his mouth. Even though two bottles of wine at a work meeting seemed aggressive to me, I agreed because I didn't want to turn down my boss, and I was really enjoying the first intimate conversation I'd had with a guy since breaking up with my boyfriend. Right after we ordered the next bottle, he got up to go to the bathroom, and I realized that I was pretty tipsy.

This was in the broad day remember. I wondered how I would cope at work for the remaining hours of the day.

As we worked on the second bottle, we started talking about what dating was like for me and I told him that I had recently broken up with my boyfriend. Then he casually mentioned that he had a girlfriend, and I thought, "Of course he has a girlfriend."
I never believed I would ever have such conversations with my boss. I wondered if he also flirted with other females who worked for him but at this point I didn't care....

may be if there was a larger age gap between the two of us, it would have felt weird to be drinking so much and getting so personal—but since he's only 8 years older than me, the line between boss and friend became blurry very quickly.

When I got home after work that evening, I told my roommates that I felt like I had just had a great first date—with my boss. Maybe it was the wine or the personal conversation, but I could feel a connection between us. And then I remembered that he had a girlfriend.

During my first weeks on the job, Phillip and I talked via instant message and on the phone about his brother getting married, my mum traveling to Abuja to see my sister who had a baby, I saw my self discussing intimate topics and enjoyed his company. Though we didn't text on the weekends or even follow each other on social media, our relationship was instantly friendly.
About a month after I'd started my job, the company sent me to Lagos for a week to help Phillip entertain Our new clients at various dinners and happy hours; it was going to be a lot of socializing and drinking. Before I left, my roommate said, "You know you can't hook up with him." And I responded with, "Duh! I know that!" But deep in my heart, I just wanted nothing more than that.

When I arrived at the Lagos office, I got off the elevator and walked into Phillips's office. He gave me a hug, and I was a little nervous. It felt like seeing someone I had gone on a date with again. He and I started setting up my desk, and within two minutes of our hug, he said, "Yeah, my girlfriend and I broke up." At this point I felt a thump in my heart, thrill in my stomach and I said I was sorry to hear that and that breakups are tough.

We had a client event planned for my first night in Lagos. But a couple of hours before we were supposed to meet them, Phillip suggested we head to the bar early to hang out before they got there. I didn't understand why he wanted to go so early, but of course I was up for spending more time with him. When we got to the inner bar he'd chosen for the upcoming meetings, it was dim and cozy. The waitress came over to us, and he ordered cocktails for us both—despite the fact that we normally wait for clients to arrive to order drinks.

After one drink, he asked me if I still talked to my ex-boyfriend. I said I didn't. Then he said his last girlfriend turned out to be kind of clingy and he wanted someone who was more independent but also  fun. We talked more about relationships and what qualities we liked in the opposite sex. But when the clients joined us, we got back to business.

After they left, Phillip closed out the tab, turned to me, and asked if I wanted to go to a blues bar. I happen to love blues music and thought, "Another thing we have in common!" When we got there, he went to the bar, got us drinks, and sat down next to me at a big banquet table. He teased me for not ever taken cocktails before now, and I teased him for being from Edo and loving beer. We sat on the same side of the table, our knees almost touching, and we faced each other. Then he took my hand and asked me to dance. I didn't hesitate at all. While we were dancing, he pulled me closer and said, "This might be inappropriate, but I want to go home with you." I didn't feel like, "Oh, my boss thinks I'm hot." In that moment, I lost track of the fact that he was my superior.

I knew in the back of my head that maybe this wasn’t a good idea, but we were clearly attracted to each other, so I just went with my gut. I said, "That is inappropriate, but yes." And we went back to my hotel room.

That was the first time that I had slept with anyone since breaking up with my boyfriend, and the sex was really good—even better than it had been with my ex at the end of our relationship, when sleeping together kind of felt like a chore. In fact, sleeping with Phillip felt so great that I stopped worrying about whether I was making a mistake—at least for a little while.

The next morning, we woke up, and Phillip tried to cuddle with me. That's when I thought, "Why are we doing this?" It felt too intimate, and I was concerned about how a relationship might affect our work. So while in bed, we had a conversation about how we wanted to keep things professional in the office. We both agreed not to make it awkward. In my mind, it was a one-time thing, despite the fact that I kind of liked him.
A few days later, we had back-to-back client meetings during the day. Nothing was awkward between us, but the whole time I kept thinking about how we had another client event that night. I was looking forward to it because, deep down, I hoped to spend more out-of-office time with Phillip. Also, I knew we would end up hooking up because we'd had so much fun the first time; there was no reason why it wouldn't happen again. It felt like the beginning of a new relationship, when you just want to spend as much time together as you can.

That night, we took the clients to dinner, then a bar. After we said goodbye to them, Phillip asked if I wanted another drink, so we got another round. Although I don't remember what we said, I do remember that Phillip scooted his chair closer to mine, and we tried each other's drinks. While we were talking, he brushed his hand against my leg. I leaned in closer, and he put his arm around my chair. After I don't know how much time, the bartender said, "We're doing last call." Phillip said, "Let's get out of here." We linked arms, walked out the door, and jumped in a cab. He gave his address to the driver.

Surprisingly, seeing Phillip's apartment wasn't that weird. I felt like I was seeing my friend's place; his roommate was there and everything. When I woke up the next morning, I thought, "That was really dumb, but this was the last time."

Looking back, I see that I kept making the same decision and regretting it, but it kept happening because I just really liked spending time with Phillip. When we were together, we would get so caught up in talking that we would lose all sense of boundaries. Hooking up with your boss sounds bad on paper, but there was an electricity between us that I couldn't deny.

When I got back to Benin city, I told my roommate, "Oh, my gosh, I did it. I slept with my boss." She said that she wasn't that surprised because of how I'd talked about him leading into my trip to Lagos.

At work, there was no flirtation, texting, or even talk about what had happened back in Lagos. I liked being able to put it out of my mind like it had never happened; it made it easier to forget that I felt something for Phillip. But he still was my boss.

About six months after my first trip to Lagos, I went back for more meetings and a work holiday party with 800 clients and other people in the ad sales industry. After the party, I went with a group of clients to another bar, not realizing that more people from the party would be there.

That's when I ran into Phillip for the first time that night. We caught up on all the clients and industry people we'd chatted with up until that point, and he introduced me to more clients from Lagos and Ibadan. As people started leaving, a few of us stayed to dance. My boss and I started inching closer to each other on the dance floor, and at one point he grabbed my hand and twirled me. Then, he said, "My house is actually right down the block." I said, "I'll come over!" I had completely given up on my ability to say no to him.

When I woke up at 9:30 the next morning, I was in a serious panic because Phillip's boss had called both of our phones while we were asleep. We were supposed to be in the office to take a group of clients out to lunch. Plus, later that night, I had a flight to catch back to Benin city. Somehow, even though we were both hungover, we pulled ourselves together and made it to our appointment. Afterward, Phillip said, "You should push back your flight so we can go out together tonight."
I felt too sick to get on the plane, but I didn't want him to think that it was okay for us to keep hanging out outside of work, so I didn't tell him I was taking a later flight. But he must have found out somehow because that night he texted me and said, "Hey, I'm playing darts at the bar—do you want to come play?" I said, "I'm really tired and don't want to go out tonight, but thanks." And he replied, "are you scared?.
I was a little worried that Phillip would be upset because I turned him down and then take it out on me at work. Luckily, he acted again as if nothing had happened in Lagos. A week after my trip, he ended up coming to Benin office for another company holiday party.

Although we didn't talk much at the party, Phillip sought me out to tell me that large group of people from work were going to another bar to get drinks. Even though we were with about 20 people, Phillip ordered me a drink and chatted with me about work. A little bit later, he told me that a smaller group was going to another bar and asked me to come. As our coworkers started to go home one by one, he became more touchy-feely and started grabbing my waist. He began teasing me for not coming out in Lagos i was embarrassed and felt like a whore, a piece of trash but somehow I ended up on his lap. Then, after all of our coworkers had left, we started making out at the bar but I didn't feel happy.

I assumed that we would hook up again, though we never had in Benin  before. When it was getting late, I suggested that we go. That's when he said, "I'm not coming over. There's a girl waiting for me in my hotel room." What???!! I was shocked. he didn't dim it fit to at least hide it. I felt tears gather in my eyes.

The next morning, when I'd had time to process what had happened, I was mad because Phillip had blatantly told me he was about to hook up with someone else—right after making out with me. When he revealed that he had another option waiting for him at his hotel—apparently one he preferred—I was furious at him for disrespecting me like that. I was also mad at myself for developing feelings for my boss.

I knew I had to let it go so that I could keep my cool at work, though. So I texted Phillip and said that leading me on until 4:30 in the morning was not okay. He responded, "I have the sense that there are feelings here, and you never said you had them. I'm a little caught off-guard." I used work as an excuse to cover up the fact that he was right. I said, "Regardless of whether there were feelings, you're my boss, and you can't pull stuff like that on me." He said, "I respect you. I don't know why you would think otherwise." He asked if I wanted to talk about it to clear the air, and I said, "No, it's fine. This has to end." He said, "I think the best thing for us to do is to not partake in that activity anymore." ...m yes after having a piece of me.


When Phillip went back to Lagos, our relationship turned much more professional than it had been before. Instead of talking about our families and weekend plans, we just talked about two things: work and the weather.
Three months after the girl-in-his-hotel-room incident, I found out that my boss had had a new girlfriend since the Christmas party in Lagos. I felt cheap. I discovered this in one of the worst ways possible, too: In a meeting, some coworkers casually mentioned my boss's girlfriend. I said, "Wait, he has a girlfriend?!" No one at work realized we were hooking up, but they knew we talked almost every day, so it didn't seem weird that I was surprised he hadn't told me. One of my colleagues said, "Yeah, she used to work here." Since the woman lives in Benin, I assume it's the same person who was waiting for him that night. ... I have never been this Fooled.

I wanted to confront Phillip about having a girlfriend over the phone, but I didn't want to make a scene at work or give him a chance to defend himself by calling him on his cell. So a week later, when I was scheduled to have a closed-door meeting with him over the phone, I said, "So I heard you have a girlfriend. How long have you been dating?" He started stuttering and said, "I'm not keeping a formal calendar or anything. Why are you asking me this? I'm blushing." I could tell he was really flustered, so I turned the conversation back to work. I just wanted him to know that I knew—I had nothing else to say about it.

A few minutes later, he instant messaged me and said, "You came in pretty hot with calling me out." I think he was worried that I was going to tell someone that we had hooked up. Or who knows—maybe he actually felt bad about it. I said, "It's fine. Just relax. It's not the end of the world; you just needed to get called out on that." And he said, "That's fair."




Though Phillip is still my boss, it can be hard to work together because of our past. I respect him less as a person, but I don't feel like I need to run away from my job because of it, either. We just keep our conversations short and to-the-point.
Despite how things turned out, if I could go back in time, I think I would make the same decisions. We had a lot of fun while it lasted, and most importantly, the experience prepared me to start dating again. That was the first time in six years that I had been attracted to and had a connection with someone other than my ex. But it still didn't change the fact that I was fooled and stupid.

In the future, I probably won't be so open to sleeping with another superior because I know that my situation could have turned out a lot worse than it did (no one at work ever found out about us). At the same time, though, I'm open to the possibility of finding love at work. So I wouldn't rule it out altogether. Plus, the whole thing does make for a pretty great story..... _ Anonymous