So, several days ago, my streak of being “unslutty” was finally broken thanks to a very inappropriate liason with someone at work.  This hookup included three things: me, my assistant manager at work, and the stockroom of the boutique I work at.  My manager, Eric, and I have had an extreme flirtation for the entire time I’ve been working at the store.  Last Monday afternoon, it finally amounted to something.

I had been away on vacation for the past two weeks and strolled into work, looking tan, feeling good about life…sex was absolutely NOT on my mind.  Well, it barely was.

Eric, the assistant manager of the store, is a solid 10 years older than me, blonde, tall and way past the line of “professional”.  When I showed up at work, he was flirtier than usual…telling me how much he “missed me while I was away”, touching my arm…the whole “come-hither” deal.  Though hooking up with a superior at work has always been a fantasy of mine, I never thought it could happen for real.  That is, until I went to the caverns of our stockroom to find that pair of silver shoes in a size 7.

Several moments later, Eric followed me into the backroom.  To get past me in the super cramped space, Eric had to come a little bit closer than I’m sure is acceptable in our employee handbook.  He paused right in front of me for a second, licked his lips and went in for mine.  HOLY SHIT MOTHERFUCK!!!!!!! We were suddenly hardcoremaking out.  I was pushed against a rack of clothes and his hands were making their way from the small of my back to the back pocket of my Cheap Mondays.

OH MY FUCKING G-O-D! I could not for a second believe that I was actually making out with Eric, the guy that I spent most of my time at work thinking about, rather than actually helping customers. This is the single best thing that has happened to me professionally. Suddenly, we heard the door to the back room creak open.  Goddammit!  We jumped apart seconds before Emily, my annoying ass coworker caught us.

“So, uh, Eric, let me know if you can’t find that, uh, dress.  Yeah,”  I managed to mumble, before making my exit.  Not too stealth, I know. Whatever.

The rest of the day flew by with a neverending stream of customers generally being assholes, which didn’t really give me a chance to register what had happened until I got back to my apartment.  There are several very obvious problems and complications that go along with having hooked up with Eric

1. He is older.  At least old enough that some of my friends would not approve.
2. He is my boss.  This little stock room action might not look too great at my three month review.  Fuck.
3. There is one detail I forgot to mention.  He has a girlfriend…that he lives with…who I’ve met.  Fuckity fuck fuck.

Okay, so this isn’t the most ideal situation, but I haven’t exactly decided how I feel about things, or how I’m going to proceed.  There is one upside:  work just got infinitely more interesting!

UPDATE:  I asked my friend, DJ over margaritas for advice on the whole deal and this is our conversation went (as far as I can remember after three drinks):

• Me: So. You know my boss, Eric?  I made out with him. 
• DJ:  Shit.  Oh, well.  It was a matter of time.
• Me:  He has a girlfriend.  Does that make me a whore?
• DJ: No, I don’t think that makes you a whore.  [Pause]  It makes you fun!

Friends.  How could you get through life without them?