“Hello Bette,” Senator Barbara Grisham peers up at me and smiles. “Come, ride to the party with me. Congratulations by the way.”
I settle alongside her in the limo. “When did you get in town?”
“A few hours ago. Your award party is on the Governor’s itinerary and made it into my California briefing papers. I consider this serendipitous, don’t you?” She pours me a glass of Scotch. The smell of it comes to me before the touch and scent of her. “”
Then, the signal she knows I’m free. “I didn’t realize you and Peggy Peabody were so close.”
I take a sip. I think about it. The Scotch whets my appetite instead of quieting it. She stirs her drink round and round again with her finger. I know what that tastes like.
Beverly Hills Hotel – Bette
It’s hard to arrive at a party along side a very sexy Senator and not draw a certain amount of attention to yourself – especially when you’re the honored guest of the Governor. I sweep my hair back from my face, more from a tiny crawling of sudden nerves than it obscuring my vision. I hope I pulled myself together before the door to Barbara’s limo flew open. There was that last minute of intimacy, a very quick but nice kiss, before out we stepped under the awning of the Polo Lounge and we were – On! A camera shutter snapped. We smiled. Another picture now going God knows where.
I see Phyllis’ attention follow the gaze of the others around her, and land on me. As she shakes her head in astonishment, this time it makes me a little nervous. What if I have lipstick somewhere on my neck? Phyllis walks over to meet the Senator.
“Senator Grisham, this is Phyllis Kroll, the Vice Chancellor of CU.” I rub my neck self-consciously. What if I’m smearing it more?
“Call me Barbara, Phyllis.”
“I was wondering what or whom might have been keeping Bette from her own party.” Phyllis looks at me enviously. A drinks tray with champagne arrives. I take two and hand one to Barbara.