“Alice! I didn’t expect you here.” I send a surprised look at Phyllis. “Senator Grisham, please meet Alice Pieszecki.”
“Bette, to your friends I’m Barbara, and Alice, nice to meet you. Are you an old friend of Bette’s?”
“Close. We’re close. I’m the Earth Mother to her child.” Alice smiles at the Senator who becomes distracted as an aide whispers in her ear.
“It appears the Governor is waiting on us, Bette.”
And just like that she walks off.
I do like seduction. I like it in a limo, and again early in the meal when the salad course comes. I like pretending to be rapt while Arnold regales us about captures of Japanese whaling ships off the northern waters of California, or curious NanoBiotic inventions going on at Cal Tech. And as I feel her foot tracing up the inside of my leg, I like very much everything that is hidden, and going on, under the Governor’s table.
I look at her while Arnold’s attention is distracted. An aide whispers in his ear and Ben Affleck and Jennifer Garner appear to say hello to him. Barbara smiles across to me as if nothing is going on.
“How are you enjoying the evening so far?” She asks with a slight cock of her head.
“Well, my headache’s gone, butI have to switch to mineral water or I’m not going to make it. You?”
“It’s a short walk to my bungalow.”
“It’s not the walking I’m worried about.”
“Oh, don’t tell me you have performance anxiety.” She dares me, “That isn’t the Bette Porter I’ve heard so much about.”
My fork stops half way up from my plate. “I don’t believe I heard you correctly.” I raise my eyebrow at her in a dare to repeat that.
“They upgraded me to a bungalow with its own pool and private garden. You know it? Marilyn Monroe’s favorite, so they say.”
“I’ve been back there. Number Eight.” I answer.
“I don’t fly home until Sunday.”
“Angelica’s with Tina this weekend.”
The Marilyn Monroe Bungalow – Number 8 – Bette
Hidden by lush landscaping amongst the twelve acres of the hotel’s urban footprint, every guest in the weaving line of these exquisite little quarters has paid handsomely for its private entrance and luxuries. In Los Angeles so many people need it.