Bought a Business

Tired of working for others I (33) bought my own business. I'd inherited money from my father as the only child I got everything. My mother having died 10years earlier of cancer. My financial situation was comfortable as they say even after buying the business. The business previous owner had a manager running it and I intended to run it myself. The manager Celia 54 slim and an all-business look (stern), was very confident in her duties. She of course realized I would run the business myself and was worried about finding another good paying job at her age. I intended to keep her around for about a month so I could get a handle of the business. Anyway, I'd just started at the business the previous owner didn't hang around. Had just introduced me to the staff and left, so I looked to Celia to show what was what. Four days later a client had a problem with machine we had sold him, the former owner usually looked after these problems. But I wasn't as yet up to speed with everything. So, I took Celia with me to fix the problem, she could deal with the client, and I would see if I could fix the machine. I'm very good mechanically raise around machines in my father's garage all my life. We'd driven there and intended to return straight away after fixing the problem. The problem was an easy fix; it wasn't the machine that was at fault. It was the power supply it was connected to and once the power supply was changed to a working outlet it worked perfectly. The other outlet had no power, but that isn't of my concern. We decided to have a late lunch before heading back. As we were heading out of the town on our way back the police closed the road accident on the bridge. A truck with a heavy load broke thru the single lane bridge road surface and everyone would have to wait till it was removed and repairs made. There was another way, but it was almost twice a long and we decided to stay overnight. But we weren't the only ones to think that the small motel filled quickly, but we did get a room only a double bed. We were told a large steel plate would put over the hole in the bridge till it could be fixed properly. Both the crane and the steel plate would here about 8pm and the road reopened around midnight. So, our plan was staying the night have breakfast in the morning then head home. Being a small town there wasn't much to do except go to the local bar. But I'm not a big drinker and so some beer, Celia had a couple of beers with me, and we talked about my plans for the business. One thing led to another and we became lovers; it was much better than what was on the room TV. Fucking again in the morning than breakfast then we headed home, no real hurry as it was Saturday and the business is closed on weekends. Getting back home we went to place and continued having sex. Now months later Celia is still working for me as manager and my personal BD. (Ball Drainer). She doesn't have to sleep with me if she doesn't want too, but she likes the sex we have as much as me. It isn't a relationship, mutual satisfaction for us both.