"I'll call you later my love", I say to her.

"Cool, later", she responds. Her calm voice a far contrast from what it was at the beginning of the call.

Placing my head in my hands, I heave out a big breath. I may have sounded calm about this whole thing while I was talking to Rose on the phone but that was only for show, so that she would not freak out as I am.

I admit when she told me that her mother is inviting me over for dinner, sweat formed on my forehead.

That is how nervous I suddenly got. Heck, that's how nervous I am right now.

I don't do these things. I've never done these things. I am almost 40 and I have never had to meet the parents.

None of the women I have been with gave me the chance. Mostly because the relationships...if you could even call them that, never lasted long enough for the chance to arise.

My whole life has been entirely revolving around work, making sure that I am at the top and that I stay there.

I have never allowed relationships, and women distract me from my work. Not that Rosalie is a distraction.

In fact she has been the complete opposite. She's been a ray of sunshine after a lifetime filled with dark storms. Never have I invested so much of myself (without any sex) into being with a woman the way I have with her.

I'll admit that it is becoming harder to stay away from the idea of having sex with her. But a part of me does not want to rush things with her. It's been five months and I still want us to wait.

A big internal battle between giving into my desires and actually giving myself time to enjoy her actual essence has been happening inside of me. I am a very sexual man, but for Rosalie I want to be patient and take things at her pace.

Even when I desperately want to rip off her clothes and devour her like a starving tiger does to its prey.

She makes me want to be a better person, she makes me want to be someone more for her.

Something more for her.

She may be young but I don't feel any age gap when I am with her. She sees me for who I am and I would like to believe that I see her for who she is.

When she walked into my life I never thought that we would be where we are. When I found out that my new maid was the same girl who caught my eye when she was serving me at that restaurant, I did not know how to act.

When I told Belle to handle the whole maid application process, I did not know that fate would put her in my path.

 This girl worked her way into my mind with her innocence. 

Do you know how hard it is to be under the same roof as someone you want so bad?

It's like dangling a child in front of a peadophile....okay wrong analogy, but you get what I mean.

The temptation is becoming too great for me.

Belle and all the other women I've been with were always loud and delighted in the attention they would get from being with me.

They loved the upgraded status they would get from dating Alexander Cain.

But Rose, she shied away from me. She is the first woman to ever fight her attraction towards me. I would like to think that she is the very first woman to put me in my place and show me that I am really not all that.

I am an attractive man, I am not blind to that. I see this face every time I look into the mirror.

I have all the money that I could ever want.

But when it comes to Rose, I am reduced to nothing. This girl brings up my insecurities. I feel like she is out of my league.

I feel like a teenage boy in high school, who knows he is not good enough for the girl he likes.

Breaking away from my thoughts, I slip my jacket back on and grab the laptop which I slip into its bag, then take my phone and keys as I make my way out of the office.

I am the last one to leave the office tonight as I was so busy going through a few proposals. I can't wait for next weekend, I have a surprise for Rose. It's actually a gift for the both of us.

Something that we both need.

The drive to the mansion is very quick. I like driving fast, it brings a lot of calm to my busy mind.

Rose hates it. I can see when she tries to subtly grab hold of the edge of the seat when I drive. The sadist inside of me kind of enjoys scaring her. I want to test her limits and see what she can actually handle. 

I'm an adrenaline junky and I want her to join me on some of the adventures I embark on in my life.

I want her around, for a very long time. Even if I sometimes scare her to the brink of death.

"You're awfully quiet tonight", Miss June says as we're having dinner.

This woman is more than just a helper; she is a second mother to me. She and Harvey have been parents to myself and Isadora ever since we lost our birth parents in a plane crash years ago.

We have no extended family, so Harvey and June were our legal guardians until we became of legal age.

The both of them and Pierre have stuck around ever since the accident and I am very grateful for them being a support structure that both Isadora and I needed.

Which is why I never treat them like servants, they are family to me.

"I'm always quiet", a smile comes on to my lips as I respond to her.

"I know, which is why I miss Rosalie. She brings life to this house".

And that is very true. Rose really has brought a spark into the house. Before her, the place was very dull but with her presence there's been color and laughter.

Even the dog likes this girl. Saba really enjoys her time with Rose.

"Her mother has invited me to dinner tomorrow night" I say unto the silent dining room.

Miss June nearly chokes on her wine, "And you are going?".

"Yes, even though I am nervous as heck about it", I move a piece of broccoli around my plate.

Ever since the call, I have not been able to eat. My appetite vanished and nerves have taken its place instead.

But June would kill me if I didn't take a few bites of the food she prepared. She is always concerned about my eating habits. 

"Don't be, if her parents are anything like her, then you'll do fine", Harvey who was quietly listening to the conversation, speaks where he sits next to June.

He's a man of few words.

A warm small hand is placed on top of mine as June comforts me, "Harvey's right sweetie. Don't worry about it".

The corners of her eyes crinkle with age as she offers me a smile.

After dinner I go up to my bedroom to pack what I will need, the whole time thinking of how nervous Rose must be about tomorrow.

I know that this is a bigger deal to her than it is to me. So she must be chewing on her fingernails because of the nerves. She's a very anxious person and from the time that I have spent with her I know that she does not deal well with being under pressure or being put on the spot.

Once I finish packing, I get done with my night routine. Shower, brush my teeth and slip into bed after I put on a pair of joggers.

I grab my phone from the nightstand and send her a text,

Me: Miss Jones, I am counting the hours till I get to see your beautiful face. I miss you so much and I cannot wait to see you tomorrow.

Sweet dreams my love.

Not even a minute later I get a response from her,

Rose: Sir, I cannot wait to see you tomorrow. I am not even sure if I will be able to get some sleep from how nervous and excited I am.

Have a good night and dream of me Mr Cain.

Blood runs downwards as I read the first word of the text. I can just imagine her saying it.

Her calling me by that name.

This woman has no idea what she is doing to me.

I settle into my covers as I switch off the lights. Calming my raging sex feelings about Rosalie, I take a deep breath and try to get some sleep.

Tomorrow is going to be a long day.