“You don’t make this easy.”
Simone laughed. “Cope with it. If we’re going to be dancing in some sweaty dive, I’ll be dressing for the occasion.”
She gave me a wink and a grin, leaning closer to lightly smack my arm. The contact was quick but if any part of my body was tired, the spark shocked it awake.
* * *
We werein her home for barely ten minutes before she came down stairs wearing a tiny pair of shorts and a top that exposed more skin than it covered. It was full of sequins and backless – my ability to describe clothes had become oddly unmanly due to having a daughter obsessed with outfits and anything that sparked. It also made my eyes ping out of their sockets and my dick harden.
“I’ve had these years. I can’t believe they still fit.”
They fit. I’d assess just how well carefully.
“How many years?”
“Since I was between husbands. The second would never have let me go out like this.” Simone looked pleased with herself.
She also looked fucking fantastic. Her legs were still toned like a dancer’s and her belly was flat, but her hips were flared and her tits were more than a handful.
“I don’t know if I agree with him. You’re going to need a bodyguard.” I didn’t hide how I was looking at her and I figured there was no way she hadn’t noticed the bulge that had occurred in my pants. If she’d looked.
“I think you’reupfor the job.”
She’d noticed. The lines between employer and employee had definitely blurred.
“Let’s go, hot stuff.”
“Really? That’s what you’re going to call me?”
We left the building, stepping out into the unseasonably warm evening. London was at its best at this time, in this area. The Thames was glinting under the moon and the night was still full of life, not late enough for everyone to be sleeping yet, apart from the night shift.
“Where are we going?”
She was walked close enough for me to touch, to put my hand on her back or my arm around her waist. Or grab her hand.
“Loco Cuba. It’s weekly club night at a place just round here.” I led her down an alleyway, the hints of music already finding us. “It isn’t anything posh, just a couple of rooms with DJ’s and bars.”
“That sounds perfect. I haven’t danced properly for years.”
“Why not?” I took her hand as we got closer. Partly because I didn’t want her to think that my question was critical, but also I wanted any fucker who saw her to know that she was with me.
A couple of bouncers stood at the bottom of the stairs that led up to the club. I received a nod and a half greeting as I paid our entry fee, ignoring Simone’s suggestion that this was on her. I usually knew a few of the people who attended regularly, would dance with them. Had taken a couple of the women home.
“Drink?” I led her to the room that was usually a little more chilled, quieter. There was a band on, which was unusual but not unheard of. A woman was singing and the dance floor was already packed with heaving bodies.
“A piña colada.” Simone had to shout for me to hear.
I grabbed a beer for myself and we stood with our drinks watching the people dancing. Some were just moving with the music, others were properly using moves. A couple were pretty much engaging with foreplay on the dance floor.
“This is amazing!” She put a hand on my stomach as she moved closer. “I never knew this was here.”
“Would you have come here if you had?” I shouted back.
Simone shook her head, dark brown hair that I guessed would feel like silk trickling over her shoulders and down her back. “No. I wouldn’t have the guts.”
I put my beer down. “You’re an award-winning chef. You run a successful business. Why wouldn’t you have the guts to come here?”
“Everything. I forgot who I was. I just knew what I could be.”
