It was a quiet evening, a quiet dinner in the quiet restaurant, Simon’s hand on your thigh underneath your red dress. “Darling,” He spoke suddenly, gently grasping your jaw to make you look at him. “Tell me,” He started. “Am I gonna be able to take that dress off you tonight?” He asked, your face immediately going flush with embarrassment to which he chuckled. “Just teasing, my love, but I’m not against it.” He smirked while he rubbed his thumb in gentle circles against your plushy flesh.