I started my first job at 16 (don’t worry), but as you guessed I quickly became infatuated with my boss. He was 8 years older and kind of a nerd but I have a thing for beards and he smelled good. I’d flirt and with our loose dress code I’d wear form fitting leggings/jeans, short skirts which often got the attention of customers but to no avail; he seemed uninterested.
Fast forward to the week after my 18th birthday. It’s 30 minutes before closing and he has us (myself and two other employees) start the closing routine, cleaning and putting things away. He has me stocking in the back room while the other two are cleaning the front. I worked hard and usually did more than both of them, but now it’s closing time and the other employees are done and I’ve barely made a dent…he sends them home. They had to catch the shuttle back to uni.
So now it’s just the two of us and it’s deadly silent as I’m putting things away. He grabs some boxes and goes a completely opposite direction from me… until he doesn’t.