So, if you liked the first and the second parts of Gay Boss story, then here you are – our third part. Enjoy!
… I took a few minutes to think about his invitation. That sounded tempting to me, I liked spending time with him before this occurrence, now what was different? The difference was that I had slept with him and I was feeling terribly guilty and ashamed. Was there anybody else to sleep with his boss? I doubt it… I had done something unacceptable. However, I wanted, to say a loud yes and so I did. I was sure that a great dinner was awaiting me. The clock hit 7 o’clock and I was ready, he was waiting for me at a beach bar where we used to go together. But then we were just an employer and an employee. And what were we now? Hardly could it be defined…
I was walking toward the bar and he noticed me, I saw that but I pretended not to see him. I was incredibly ashamed, my face was blushing. I barely told him a hello, with a great dose of insecurity in my voice. I think that looked sweet to him, he hugged me tightly. But that beach bar was a popular place and everyone visited it, including my fellow waiters, they saw us. For a moment I felt like a total whore, I was going on a date with my boss after all. There were many wrong ways to interpret this. Fortunately, he quickly took me out of there and we got in his luxurious car, he was happy and smiling and directly drove toward the restaurant where he had reserved a table for couples.
On our way to the restaurant, he asked me a few questions: “How did you sleep?” “You seem tired, are you okay?” “Why don’t you smile at all, where is that smile I adore?” I was giving short answers until the final question: “What do you think about yesternight?” I tried to play the forgetful and answered: “Oh, after such a busy day we had, I directly landed on my bed when I got to my flat.” He was not satisfied with the answer and asked differently: “No, I mean about our thing, about the affair we had?” I had to confess and just tell him, so I did: “Listen, I like you… What we had yesternight was unforgettable, but I think that it’s wrong. I don’t want people to spread gossips about me for being a cheap whore dating his boss, simply because I’m not.” I had told everything I wanted to tell in a single breath. He looked at me, smiled and said: „Oh my boy, of course, you are not! Don’t worry about that, and what if instead of being your boss I’m your boyfriend, then they can’t say anything, except for cursing us for being queers.
“ Everything he said and kept on saying during our dinner relieved me a lot, and my smile came back to my face. The dinner was lovely, I didn’t regret accepting, at all. However, I had no idea about the hotel room he had booked for us that night, when he told me, it came like a bolt from the blue…
