This is not just a sexual scene story and it contains real love which is the main aim of this story. If what you are looking forward to in this story is numerous sex scenes then this is not the story for you. Wanted to take it slow and it might have taken longer than expected. Enjoy.
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George was sitting on a kitchen chair in the kitchen chatting with Greg whom he had come to know as a very good person. It was in the afternoon and George was a bit familiar with many places in the house and within the last two hours he had come to the kitchen and found Greg and in a few minutes they were talking and laughing while Greg was fixing something for the boss before he came back from work. While talking with him George had taken a good look at Greg. Greg had green eyes like his, a round handsome face with beards which were all over his face but was cut short. He had chocolate brown hair, taller than George and he was really muscular that his shirt looked too small for him. George was sure that his chest would have been showing if not for the apron he was wearing. By now George knew everything about his new boss. He couldn't believe that he was working at the mansion of the famous Henry Rosenberg.
George and Greg were still talking when Claire came to the kitchen and took George to the living room.
"Remember you asked me about what work you will be doing in this mansion?" Claire asked George still holding his hand.
"Yes!"
"Well I was just talking to Mr. Rosenberg a minute ago and you will be taking care of his room, making sure that it is in great shape."
George felt good because he knew that he wouldn't feel so useless in the house but then again he did not know how his boss was and what he liked and hated but he was confident that he would be able to do his best.
"There is more to that job?"
"What?" George answered with worry in his voice because he did not know what else he had to do.
"In addition to that, you will assist him in this house with whatever he may need."
George couldn't believe it, he was going to be working with his boss and he still had fear. Many would have jumped at the opportunity of working with their bosses but why was he not comfortable? He was looking down thinking. What if his boss was still angry with him for entering his room without his permission?
He was still thinking when he felt a warm hand on his shoulder. He looked and found the smiling Claire looking assuredly at him probably because she knew he was worried and scared after what had happened in the morning.
"Don't be worried or scared. He is a very good man. Trust me you will like him."
"S-since you say he is nice then have I nothing to worry about."
Though George said that he was still filled with fear and he knew he was not fooling the loving lady beside him whom he had come to adore.
"So when can I start?"
George asked trying to make sure that his voice was not trembling.
"Tomorrow will be good."
Claire smiled at him and then she excused herself and left the living room. George sat down on the couch still thinking about how his boss would react towards him since they kind of met in a bad situation.
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George couldn't believe it was morning already. He had tried not to see his boss when he came back from work the previous day and he thanked his lucky stars it had worked but now here he was at the door to begin his work. For some reason he was feeling nervous and he could swear he could feel the blood passing through his veins fast. Slowly he moved his hand ready to knock on the door. He did it, he knocked and it was not long before he heard his boss' voice telling him to come in.
George opened the door and he did not see his boss. He just stood there at the door as if he was frozen looking down. Fear was taking over him again. He just prayed that what Claire had told him was the truth. He was still looking down when he heard his boss' voice,
"Morning, George?"
He raised his head and found his boss coming from the bathroom.
"Morning, Mr. Rosenberg." George stammered trying to sound and look confident.
When he saw the huge smile on his boss' face he somehow felt better than when he came in a few minutes ago.
George noticed that his boss was already dressed. His hair was combed backwards and he was looking so handsome. He had put on a suit which looked really expensive and George could swear that both his suit and his shoes were imported.