My Husband's Boss

Chapter 11: The First Date (Continued)

Hey guys, I'm not sure why but for some reason Chapter 11 keeps getting cut off at a certain point and I can't figure out why it doesn't show up for everyone. I tried uploading it again but that didn't work, so until I get it figured out here's the second half of the story that's missing. I hope you enjoy, let me know if you like it! :)

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"Everything. I couldn't watch anything even remotely scary, or I'd freak ou- hey don't laugh at me I was a kid!" he exclaims. "I'm not!" I giggle pressing my lips together to keep the smile away. "Anyway little rude riding hood. My parents tried everything they could to help me get over my fear of scary things. They sent me to a psychologist when I was eight, tried to hypnotize me and all kinds of other methods to cure me but none of it worked. Until one day my mom got the idea to read me scary kids books it didn't work at first but after a while I looked forward to getting out of school and having my mom read me those kinds of books..." he says stopping and frowning. "What's wrong?" I ask my mouth half full of chicken.

"This is the first time I've really thought about her since she's died. I've been trying to keep myself busy so I don't think about her so much. I apologize I don't mean to talk about myself so much, it's just that I don't get to that often." he tells me. "You don't have to apologize. Sometimes we need to talk about ourselves and stuff like that." I say trying to comfort him. "Maybe so... Your food must have been good" he asks looking at my empty plate. Woah. I didn't even notice I had eaten all of it, it was so good... "It was actually, I didn't really know what to get because I've never been here before. But I'm glad I got this." I say delighted.

"Yes I've heard great things about this restaurant, would you like desert?" he asks eyeing the waiter as he walks over to our table. "I shouldn't..." I say. "Are you sure? I heard they have wonderful chocolate cake." he says trying to tempt me. Little does he know, I don't really like cake. "I'm actually not that big a fan of cake. He gasps in disbelief "You've got to be kidding me right?" he asks his handsome face contorting into amazement. "I'm not, I really like mint chocolate chip ice cream though." I say as the waiter stops at our table. "Could I interest you two in desert?" the waiter asks. "No-" I attempt to say before he cuts me off. "Do you have any mint chocolate chip ice cream?" Mr. Primrose asks quickly.

"I'm sorry sir, but we don't have that kind of ice cream. Would you be interested in something else, such as our signature chocolate cake?" the waiter asks. "No thank you." Mr. Primrose says with a nod of his head. "I hope you two enjoyed your meals, have a wonderful night." he says gently. I smile as Mr. Primrose says something to the waiter. I wonder if he's going to try to kiss me when we leave. God, I hope not...

"Lena are you ready to go?" he asks. "Yeah I'm ready." I say standing up. As I take a step I feel a wetness between my legs, crap, I couldn't have spilled wine on myself again, he would of said something or I would have noticed. I look down to see nothing on my dress. What the hell... Blood flows into my cheeks as I realize what happened. "Hey don't forget your flowers." he says grabbing them and handing them to me. "Thanks, tonight wasn't that bad. It could have been much worse." I say bluntly. "The honesty is appreciated. I'm glad it wasn't terrible I wish I could have made it better. But I understand it's going to take you time to warm up to me." he says holding the restaurant door open for me. "You're right. Well thanks for the dinner, have a great night." I say turning to go to my car. Just keep walking and pretend like you don't hear him if he says something, maybe he won't say anything. "Wait!" he yells to me. Nope didn't hear a thing concentrate on the ground and he might give up.

"Hey, Lena wait!" he says and his voice gets closer to me. Yep he's totally not going to give up. I stop walking and turn around to face him jogging towards me. "Why don't you come over to my place and we can talk a little more." he says more in a demanding way than in a question. His look burns into me and my body begs me to just go with it. "I don't know if that's a good idea, Mr. Primrose." I say quietly. "Just like everything else, I know it's going to take time but could you call me Alex, please? I don't really like my last name. I really was starting to enjoy myself, and I'm sure you don't want to be alone. We can just talk you know?" he says.

I really shouldn't go with him, not feeling like this... "Well, what do you say?" he asks. "I'll go." I mutter. "Yes!" he exclaims fist bumping the air. "Don't worry about that." he says while holding his hand out for me to take, and I grab onto his. "So do I just follow you to your house?" I ask. "To my house, to my bed wherever you want to follow me. I'm kidding, but where did you park?" he asks. "Not happening. And over there." I state pointing at toward my car. "Okay. I know you probably don't know the way so just follow me alright? I'm right there." he says pointing to a small shiny expensive looking black car. "I will. I'll see you shortly." I say walking to my car.

Fuck. I can't believe I just agreed to that. I place the flowers on the passenger floor. I could barely keep myself from jumping across the table! There's no way I can hold myself back when we get to his house. I'll just have to think about Sterling every time anything remotely sexual pops into my head. Concentrate on Sterling. I drift off remembering all the fun times Sterling and I have had together as I follow behind Mr. Primrose.

I look around realizing that we've made it to his house. I drive slowly through the gates and park my car beside his. I watch as he steps out and walks towards me. I open my door and step out and wrap my arms around myself shivering as a cold gust of wind blows across my body. He stops in front of me takes off his jacket and wraps it around me. Instantly his sweet smell invades my nose. I breathe deeply taking it in. "Thanks." I say as we walk up to the front door. "My pleasure." he says as he opens the door. "Wait, is the butler here?" I ask cautiously as the warmth of the house takes over me. "No. He only works on the weekdays." he says reassuring me.

"The living room is to right just keep walking. I'll be back shortly. I'd like to get us a drink and change." he tells me. "That sounds fine." I reply walking away. I walk down the hallway seeing a large comfortable couch and sit down staring at the fire in the fireplace waiting for him to return. "Sorry I took so long." I overhear him say. "You're fine." I say absentmindedly staring at the fireplace. "Are you alright?" he asks placing a glasses down and a bottle of wine onto the coffee table. "Yeah I'm fine. I'm just out of it." I say looking over at him. Surprise is cast over me as I notice his upper body is exposed all he's wearing is pajama pants and slippers. I study his firm looking back muscles as he lights the fireplace.

"So talk to me. What do you do in your free time?" he asks turning to me showing off a perfectly sculpted chest and eight abs. I swallow before speaking "In my free time I write, and do stuff." I say overtaken by the god sitting down next to me. "Really stuff? What kind of stuff do you do?" he asks poking fun at me pouring wine into both glasses and handing me one. "Why are you not wearing a shirt?" I blurt out. "Does it bother you? I could put on a shirt if you would like." he says. "No. Wait yes. I mean. I just find it weird that you aren't wearing a shirt and I am." I say. "Would you like to take off your dress then?" he asks moving his hand over to my neck. "No!" I declare.

"I'm just messing with you, but if you insist." he laughs. My eyes fly to his stomach watching as his abs flex. My god... I cross my arms and uncross them trying to find a way to get comfortable. "I - Uhm, like to watch movies." I say putting the cup of wine to my lips and drinking some. "Is this the wine from the party?" I ask curiously. "Yes it is. Clarissa told me that you really liked it." he says. "Clarissa?" I ask. "The bartender lady. Do you remember her or were you too drunk?" he asks jokingly. "I wasn't drunk! Okay, maybe I was a little." I voice looking down into my glass and my hair falls in my face. "It's nothing to feel bad about sometimes things just happen." he says inching closer. I glance up to see him moving his hand close to my face. "What are you-" I stop talking as his cold touches my face causing me to shudder. "You had a hair in your face." he says innocently.

"I could have gotten it..." I say softly making myself calm down. "But I think you wanted me to. Do you want to talk or do you want to do something else?" he asks seductively placing his hand on my thigh. "I don't know..." I say uneasily. "I think you do." he whispers leaning in to kiss me.