Center Mass

Ebony
Part One: Center Mass

Greg Lorcan had left implicit instructions with the Hotel manager to be left alone in the restaurant banquet hall, a room sizable enough to accommodate at least fifty people comfortably. And while his ego could fill a space twice that size the Senator from Washington D.C. just wanted to be left alone.
He didn’t notice her at first but he should have. She was tall standing a good six feet with long toned legs that would make a spider jealous. She was dark skinned with a flawless complexion and an ebony mane that seemed too fluid to be real. Had he looked at her then he would have wondered to himself just how much the guys at headquarters had to chip in to be worth her time.
Her stride was graceful, silent as her legs carried her to the bar. Lorcan didn’t notice her until she sat down beside him. The first thing he noticed was her bright smile, followed by a pair of haunting green eyes that seemed to peer into him.
“I ordered you something to eat,” her voice was seductive; “I’ve been told you haven’t eaten anything since you arrived.”
“Who are you?”
“A gift.”
He nodded as he turned back to his glass of whiskey. “How much did the boys pay this time?”
“You don’t want to know,” she replied. She made her way around the bar.
Lorcan noticed this time. He smiled to himself. “You’re slinky.” He sounded slightly inebriated.
“Good, you’re pliable. Another drink, Senator?” She hoisted the bottle of Makers Mark and poured a few ounces in his glass, followed by two cubes of ice. Lorcan slammed it. “Slow down Senator, I have plans for you later.”
“Yeah, like what?”
She refilled his glass and then bent herself over the bar. She looked into his eyes and said, “Naughty plans. I’m going to do things to you that Ted Kennedy has only fantasized about.”




Lorcan’s eyes widened. The guys at the office must’ve mortgaged their houses for this one. He made a mental note to thank them later.
The phone rang behind the bar, she turned and answered it.