Opublikowano: niedziela, 16, grudzień 2018 08:27
A Night Without Politics
That night, Rachana waited at his apartment door before knocking.
Standing there for the moment, she began to question everything, her entire play for power.
Should she take them out of the political arena? The Governor and the state legislators had worked out deals, faced off in the news media and in speeches all over the state. People from both sides debated their viewpoints before formal and informal meetings and government committee hearings. They had even long discussed controversial issues at the bar.
Rachana was in the thick of those debates. However, she had never been laid, on the couch, with a senator below her. She knew she had a moment to leave. But she knew, if Johnny opened the door, Rachana Shah, senior advisor to the Transportation Commissioner, would have gone to a new place.
“What am I thinking!” she chided herself. She smoothed out her tight black dress and thought of the lace panties and matching bra she was wearing. Her hands ran down her figure to her hips, and her eyes continued down her body to the tiger-print heels, the pair he loved.
She questioned herself for even thinking about Johnny tonight. “This is a cut to all the work I’ve done in my career,” she whispered under her breath. “I’ve got to leave, I can’t do this.”
The sexy woman turned away from the door. Yet, as life often forces people to make tough choices, she had to make a such a decision, because the door opened.
“Rachana? I’m surprised to see you at my place. And, wow! You look lovely— to say it politely.”
Looking over her shoulder, she saw him, in a pair of sports shorts and a tight shirt, propped against the doorway, like a teenager boy leans on his new car.
“I’ve got to go,” Rachana mumbled, “I’m, uh, late for a meeting.”
“In that outfit?” He smiled. “I can be the chauffeur, as long as you sit in the front seat by me.”
“I only ride in the back when I’m being chauffeured, Senator.”
He stood straight and tall. “That can be arranged, Ms. Shah, riding in the back. But you know as well as I do there is no meeting. Come inside for a drink, or something. No need to get dressed up for nothing.”
She realized the choice had been made for her. She had led herself here and now she had to finish.
“Maybe for a little bit.”
Johnny’s house smelled like chocolate brownies. She drifted around living room, getting a read on the private side of the young senator’s life. She took a seat in the middle of Johnny’s dark leather couch. It was stiff, not often used. She looked around the apartment in her nervousness. Nothing too much stood out. He had a large TV. A mirror hanged above the couch. The latest issue of Reader’s Digest was on a stand next to the couch. The magazine had been a coaster at one point. She could see into the kitchen. He had no dirty dishes, except for the ones he used to make the brownies.