‘Did you have a nice week off?’ Dawn asked.
‘Yes, thanks. My son is finally home from school. We are just waiting for his exam results.’ She showed her assistant several pictures of Jonjo on her phone, noticing the woman’s eyes light up.
Caroline waited until the end of the day, a casual remark to her assistant as she was putting her jacket on. ‘Do you fancy coming to dinner one evening? It will only be me and Jonjo. Bring someone else if you would like.’
She had offered her invitation in such a way that Dawn could make her own decision. If she were as interested as Caroline presumed, she could arrive alone. If not, she could bring a guest.
It was the following week, a Friday night, that Dawn arrived at Caroline’s home. Until she opened the door, she had no idea what to expect, delighted to find the woman was standing outside alone. What she did notice, was that, gone, were the dowdy clothes she wore at work. Dawn’s top was sheer, and it was obvious in the right light, that beneath it, she was braless, a hint of the colour of her areola and nipples showing through. Her skirt, while it ended below her knees, was split at the front, nearly up to her crotch.
When Caroline introduced her to Jonjo, she could see the animalistic magnetism immediately. Throughout the meal, she noticed the woman’s gaze land on her son frequently. What she missed and he picked up, was the looks that Dawn was giving his mother. He was convinced she had come prepared for sex; it was just that presently, he was betting she couldn’t make her mind up as to which one of them she would choose.
While she cleared the plates, Jonjo poured the drinks. ‘No point in beating about the bush,’ he thought to himself as he handed Dawn her glass. ‘You know I want to take you to bed,’ he told her.
If she wasn’t shocked at his forwardness, she was seconds later, as he continued. ‘Mum also wants to take you to bed. So, you have a choice to make. Or you could entertain us both.’
Jonjo let her get a couple of drinks down her throat as they sat around and chatted. On her third drink, he sat near her on the couch. On her fourth, he had moved closer so that his hand could casually and without his mother seeing properly, rub the outside of Dawn’s thigh. By now she was tipsy, her inhibitions dulled by the alcohol.
Caroline was likewise feeling tipsy. Which was probably why she commented. ‘I would say my son has designs on you. Such a pity you are married.’
Dawn slurred her words. She was on her fifth drink and by now had lost all sense of decorum as she blurted. ‘We have an open marriage. Donald sleeps with whoever he wants, and I’m allowed to do the same.’
‘Do you want to sleep with me?’ Jonjo asked immediately. He could see her hesitate as she looked at his mother. ‘Or would you rather sleep with my mum? If I were her, I’d want to sleep with you, you’re gorgeous.’
‘Why don’t we take fresh drinks up with us and we can both entertain her.’ Caroline said seductively.
The comment sobered the woman up for a second. ‘Both of you, together?’