I needed money to pay my rent. All my savings had gone into my mom’s medical care and, as her only daughter, I had nowhere else to turn for help. When my rent was about to expire, I started looking around for a soft loan. Friends promised but failed me. Eventually, I put in a loan application at work.

On Monday morning at work, my boss called me into her office and asked what I needed the money for. It’s part of the process to justify the loan, considering the amount involved. I told her everything and how desperately I needed the money. She said, “This isn’t much money for a girl like you to struggle for. Let me see what I can do.”

She went into her drawer, gave me half of the amount, and said, “Come for the rest tomorrow. And no, it’s not a loan. It’s from my heart.”

I fell on my knees immediately and started thanking her. She said she’d always liked me and had been looking for the right time to prove it. I took that innocently until I went to her house for the rest of the money.

She pulled me close and tried to kiss me. I was so shocked I thought it was a dream. She said she loved me. She said she could give me more if I allowed myself. She ran her fingers through my hair, all the while staring into my eyes. I asked her to give me time to think about it.

She brought  me meals from home. We spent time in her office talking. We went out for lunch together, but she still held on to the remaining half of the money until, finally, I allowed her access to the depths of my body. She apologized afterward for using money as bait and said there was no other way she could have gotten me to understand how she felt.

I Called My Girlfriend And Another Man Answered The Phone

Since that encounter, she hasn’t made another move on me again. I’ve paid my rent. She even gives me money for the care of my mom.  I should be happy, but currently, I’m the one yearning for it. It feels like she planted a seed in me that day, and now the seed is growing very fast.

I keep putting myself in check. I tell myself I don’t like women. I convince myself I’m not that kind of girl, but the feeling doesn’t go away.

All of a sudden, she has become a desire I can’t let go of, even though I want to. What do I do? I don’t want it to happen a second time, but every fiber of my being is pulling me in that direction. Does it mean I always liked women and just didn’t know it until she awakened something in me?

I’m confused. I need help.

—Audrey

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