She was admiring her reflection when she heard the door key turn and her husband come in. He shouted a greeting up to her which she returned, then she heard him go into the kitchen to make his traditional end of day cup of tea, which was when a moment of worry struck her.
Should she tell him what she was doing tonight? She was going on a date with her boss after all. He probably wouldn’t be happy with that even if it was just a practice and explaining how it had come about could raise an awkward question or two.
“Well, hello gorgeous,” he said walking into the bedroom behind her.
“Hi honey,” she said.
“Holy crap, you look incredible,” he said walking up behind her and putting his arms round her waist, “Is this for me?”
“You wish,” she winked at him.
“Are you sure? Because while I appreciate the effort you’d look much better out of that dress,” he said kissing her on the neck. She giggled as she playfully tried to escape his grasp.
“Afraid so horn dog, I’m off out with Gemma tonight,” she lied without thinking.
“And on a school night?” he teased, squeezing one of her buttocks through the dress, “Bad girl.”
“Easy tiger,” she giggled, “This is for girl’s night out.”
“That’s a pity,” he said, kissing her neck again, “You’ve given me a few wicked ideas wearing that again.”
“Well if you wait up for me I might be feeling generous when I get home,” she laughed, “But for now, you’re going to have to calm down casanova.”
He let her go and smiled widely at her, watching as she finished her preparations for the night ahead. Then when she was ready, he took her downstairs and gave her a lift to Gemma’s house.
“Thanks honey,” she said getting out, “I’ll see you when I get home. I’m getting a lift back later.”
“No problem, love you,” he said.
“Love you too,” she said, shutting the door then stood on the pavement, waving as she watched him drive away. She waited until he was round the corner, then counted to thirty. When he didn’t reappear she walked past Gemma’s house and went down three adjoining streets until she reached the address CJ had given her. It was a block of expensive apartments and he lived in the top one. She knew he owned a proper house out in the countryside, but he had this other property for when he was in the city and had to attend work regularly. He’d called it his bachelor pad.
When he answered the door to her, his eyes practically popped out of his head.
“Hello, you must be Mr. Hembry,” she said smiling at him as he was momentarily lost for words.
“My goodness,” he said, “You look stunning.”
“You’re not too bad yourself,” she said honestly, he was wearing a fitted charcoal suit and looked very stylish indeed, “Now let’s go get some food, I’m famished.”
****
They certainly made a striking couple when they turned up at the restaurant. Cat barely reached 5’5 in her heels and CJ stood almost a foot taller. She was petite where he was well built and the age difference between them wasn’t exactly avoidable either, so they attracted a lot of looks from the other well-to-do patrons. There were going to be a few tongues wagging in polite circles for certain and not least because of what she was wearing, for while the dress was beautiful, it showed off her ample cleavage perhaps a bit too much. Cat had always had large breasts, maybe even disproportionately large for her frame and she caught CJ’s eyes wandering to them more than once. She didn’t mind too much, but she made a few light hearted jabs at him for it nonetheless.
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