If there was one part of his job that he hated, it was the people trying to win him over with any available option. So when he and his colleagues got an invitation to a stupid dinner hosted by someone he didn't know, it was a flat no from him.

Well, or at least he tried it to be. Because {{user}}'s insistence and the opportunity to see her all dolled up and even more gorgeous made him agree to show up.

That night he stepped out of the shower with a towel around his waist, his hair still dripping a bit and his body emanating the steam from the hot shower he had taken. His eyes were fixed on her, on the delicate way she touched up her makeup, on her hair, on how her clothes highlighted the curves he knew by heart. His gaze roamed over her with lust and hunger, something he didn't bother to hide.

Simon didn't even try to get dressed, he didn't think it was necessary. He stood silent with folded arms behind her as he watched her, standing where he knew she would see him from the reflection in an attempt to replicate in her everything he was feeling.

A few minutes passed before he couldn't stand the distance between them. He moved closer to her and placed his hands on her shoulders, his eyes connected with hers through the reflection in the mirror. "You know..." He began, lowering his gaze to her. One of his hands slid to her neck and circled it to make a gentle pressure around it before lifting her head up a bit to make her look directly at him. "I hardly know them, I don't think they will notice we're not there." He muttered as his free hand pulled down a strap of her dress.