Chapter 3

As I finished giving Chloe a tour of the house, my son came home. I introduced them. “Jonathan, this is Chloe. She’s going to be our new housekeeper. When your father and I are away, she’s in charge. Do what she says.”

He asked, “Your little sister is Lora, right? She kinda looks like you. Not as ... grown up, though.” I saw he was staring at the shape of one of Chloe’s nipples as it pushed against her thin bikini top.

She nodded, “Uh huh. She’s one of my three sisters. I think you’re in the same grade?”

“Yeah. She’s in most of the same classes. That reminds me, I need to do my homework.” As he ran upstairs, I knew homework was the last thing on his mind.

I told her, “Gerald might be offended if you look too sleazy, and I don’t really want my son seeing you like this. It’s too distracting. You should wear more conservative clothes, something that doesn’t show off your boobs or so much of your legs.”

“I don’t really have anything like that, except my winter clothes in the attic at home.”

I sighed. “Let’s go look in my closet. I think I have some things in your size.” I knew I had several dresses that would fit her, but they were from ten years and fifteen pounds ago. She dropped her running shorts and tried on half a dozen dresses in my bedroom.

She pointed to a cardboard box of random old things on the closet floor. “What’s that? Is that real gold?”

I looked in the box. “Yes, it’s a gold-plated cigarette holder. Gerald gave it to me for my 18th birthday, along with that gold-plated lighter. We quit smoking about 18 years ago, when I got pregnant with Jonathan.”

She stared at them a little while. I told her, “I guess you can have them, since I don’t smoke anymore.”

“Really? Thanks!” She put the holder in the corner of her mouth, then held it and waved it around like a wand. “Does this look sexy?”

I smiled. “That’s why Gerald gave it to me. Let’s get back to finding a dress you like.”

Gerald walked in the bedroom as she dropped her current dress to the floor. Chloe was only wearing a black thong and bikini top. She shrieked, “Eeeeeh!” She grabbed the dress and held it in front of her as I tried to explain, “Gerald, we ... um ... this is our new housekeeper, Chloe.” He turned and walked out quickly.

I followed him and said, “Chloe is from a poor family, and I was giving her some of my old clothes.”

His face was a little red and I saw one of his hands was clenched in a fist until he took a deep breath. He paused a moment then turned around. “It’s nice you’re helping her out. That was quite a surprise.”

“Sorry, I should have locked the door.”

“It’s all right. Do we have plans for dinner? I’m famished.” He smelled like soap and his dark hair was damp, he had taken a shower recently. I saw his gym duffel bag in the hall.

“I’ll help Chloe make something once she finds a dress she likes. I hope you had a good day?”

“I was sorting old photos of sailing ships in the museum basement most of the day. It was nice. I’ll grab a snack and help Jonathan with his homework. Let us know when dinner is ready.”

“Sure.”

The three of us made small talk through dinner, then watched a movie with my son. After Jonathan went to bed, I suggested, “Gerald, maybe you could help Chloe unpack? You could get to know her a little.”

She rested a hand on his arm. “Would you please?”

He said, “Okay. Have you thought about what classes you want to take in college, Chloe?”

I giggled quietly as they walked out the back door, knowing that would be an interesting conversation. I looked out the window and saw them sitting at the picnic table. Chloe was smoking with the holder, and his attention was firmly focused on her mouth. I smiled, knowing my plan was going well so far.

If he was going to sleep with another woman, I wanted it to be one that had nothing to offer him but sex. I knew that with his great mind, he’d quickly tire of conversations with an airhead like her. He’d still need me as a partner and companion.

I felt a happy dampness in my panties as I imagined watching him screw such a hottie, and resisted the urge to rub myself.

As I put a menthol 120 in the holder Mrs. Anderson had given me, I answered him. “Jerry, I’m fine with the job. I don’t like to read, and I hate math. Why do I need more school?”

I saw he was staring at my lips as I lit up and took a puff. I had to suck harder than usual to get much smoke, so my cheeks moved in more. I could tell from the look on his face he liked that. He said, “I guess you have a point, if you’re actually happy.”

“I just started, but I think I’ll like it. She said I only need to cook, keep the house clean, watch Jon, and slee...” I froze a second. I’d nearly given away the secret. “ ... uh, and some other stuff. You’re a lot more handsome than the pictures she showed me.”

“You look much nicer than our last housekeeper, too. She was fifty-something and shaped like an apple.”