Simone: The Hired Mistress Read Free

question?” She replied, a little out of breath, moving her head to indicate the club Jeremy had just left.
    “I didn't know it was a strip club, honestly,” He said holding up his hands with a little laugh, “I'm a happily married man, so I made my excuses and left,”
    He looked at the doctor. She was dressed up in a classy little black dress, the split at the side granting him a flash of black suspender belt. She wore her hair long, tracing her backline. She had a gold choker around her neck and nothing over her shoulders.
    “Why don't you let me drive you home?” He asked as he pulled off his jacket and offered it to her, “My car is just over there,”
    “Thank you,” she replied, giving him a grateful smile, “You're a knight in shining armor.”

V
     
    “Well, here we are,” Jeremy said, pulling to the curb.
    “Do you want to join me? Let me get you something to eat for rescuing me tonight,”
    “I don't know...” Jeremy answered. It felt strange to be invited into the home of someone he barely knew. Besides he'd done the gentlemanly thing...there was no need to thank him for it.
    “Is Staci expecting you home?”
    “Oh...not 'til later but...” For a second it occurred that she might be coming on to him, but he dismissed it. Simone knew he was married.
    He felt bad for even thinking it, “I don't want to be a bother...” He added.
    “Oh come on... I insist. Besides, you can pick up some books I promised to lend Staci,” Simone wheedled.
    Jeremy felt rude for being so reluctant. He smiled and turned off the ignition and followed her up the stairs.
    “You have a nice place,” Jeremy called out.
    ‘ It aint mine.’ She thought to herself, but played along, “Thank you. I like it.” she yelled back from the kitchen.
    He looked around the very simple apartment, other than the beautiful paintings on the wall.
    “Kind of plain for a doctor,” he said.
    “I’m just here until they finish with my house. My roof caved in so I got this place to hold me over,” she lied, “Here,” she said, handing him a glass of red wine that matched the one in her own.
    “I thought we were going to eat something?”
    “One won't hurt,” She whispered mischievously in his ear as she steered him to the seats.
    He took a sip of the liquid.
    “This is good,”
    “My husband imported it from France,” She said, keeping the lies coming...it worked though. Jeremy relaxed visibly at the mention of the fictional husband .
    “I didn't know you were married,” He explained, glancing down at her left hand and the lack of a ring on her finger.
    “Well, ex-husband. We're divorced,” And now she had his sympathy. This was going well.
    She looked at him, assessing him. Would he make a move? She doubted it would even occur to him, but if she was careful she could guide him through it.
    “I like the art. Especially that one,” He stated, pointing to one that was bursting with color. He felt he had to make a bit of small talk though he didn't really like the abstract stuff.
    Simone lied to him about who painted each picture, where she'd bought it and what each one meant to her. She amazed him with stories of how she had travelled all over the world. Jeremy became genuinely interested. His own life seemed small compared to hers.
    She fetched him a second glass of wine and he didn't even protest. Simone swiveled on the cushion so her bare back was towards Jeremy.
    “Can you help me with this?” She asked, pointing to the choker on her neck.
    Jeremy turned to oblige. He could smell her Dior perfume as he shifted closer to reach up to the clasp. His hip bumped against the small of her back. One of the thin straps of Simone's dress slipped down off her shoulder. Without thinking, Jeremy moved it back into place, his fingertips brushing over her chocolate skin.
    He glanced down at her back. Suddenly it struck him that he was attracted to her and here he was in her apartment, just the two of them.
    “I think I need to