Sex Ed •|L.H|•

Chapter 11

*WARNING: MAY BE TRIGGERING I AM SORRY*

I woke up to Luke wrapped around me.

I looked at the time and my stomach dropped.

I was late for work.

I tried getting out of Luke's arms and was able to get up.

I quickly changed into a white romper with a tribal pattern and a pair of sandals. I put my hair in a fishtail bun and did my make up lightly. I walked out the door to Luke calling me.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"Work. I'm already going to be late. Let's meet up for dinner. Meet at the 24 hour diner where you and the boys ate at and Danielle and I ran into you." I instructed.

"When?"

"Diner time." I hung up and went to work.

I got there two minutes late.

"You're lucky. She called in saying she will be late. I won't tell her." The receptionist said.

"Thank you so much." I started heading to the meeting room when I ran into something.

"Hey watch it!" The voice said. Papers where everywhere.

"I'm so sorry." I replied picking the papers up.

"Don't worry about it." He said with his voice softening. "I'm Josh." He extended his hand to me.

"Hazel." I said. "I would love to sit and chat but I really need to go. I'm already late." I said.

I got up and went to the meeting room.

A few minutes later Mrs. Garner walked in.

"Romper you are with my nephew today. Don't blow it. Now go." She immediately instructed. I looked around to see Josh waving.

I walked over to him and we went to do whatever he needed too.

We went to a room with fabric.

"I need to find some fabric for these designs." He informed.

We were quiet for a while.

"So..." I trailed off. "You are Mrs. Garner's nephew?"

"Yeah. I haven't decided if it's a blessing or a curse." He told me.

"Why is that?" I asked.

"How she treats you is how she treats everyone. Once in a while she lightens up but rarely. She doesn't celebrate Christmas with us because we wear hideous sweaters." He starts. "I needed something to do for the summer and this is what I got. She rarely speaks to us. I like her husband more than I do her."

"Oh..." It was quiet for a little longer.

"What about you?" He asked.

"What do you mean?"

"What's your story."

"I love fashion and want something relative." I stated.

"Give me more."

"That's all you get."

"So I tell you a lot and that's all you give me?" He complained.

"Never asked for you to talk me so much." We were quiet. "How about this for the dress?" The fabric was a light pink color.

"Perfect. Now something for the lingerie. I want lace." He began looking for what he wanted. "Perfect." It was a peach lace. "Let's head back before my meeting."