OUTSIDE EVENTS
Back among the after-partiers, Lindsey skirted by the food table. Though she had a decent breakfast, she was feeling quite hungry and the food here looked absolutely delicious. She grabbed some shrimp and some fruit, then went ahead and got a glass of wine. It was a little early, but it was calling to her.
Nibbling and sipping away, she stood off to the side on the lookout for Marta. The show organizer was nowhere to be seen, but she did spot Pedro speaking animatedly to a small group of men who seemed interested in what he was saying. Sonny was still lingering with Pamela and Sam. Despite Lindsey shutting him down, he still occasionally met her eyes and gave her a knowing smile. The pig. But Sonny wasn't the only one who noticed her.
"Hi Lindsey, great show." A deep male voice to her left literally vibrated in her ribs. She looked over to see a striking looking black man. He was about 6'1", broad shouldered, square jawed and with soulful dark eyes. He was dressed in a tan blazer, but his white shirt was untucked and he had no tie. His trousers were navy and fit him well enough to pronounce his assets. "You really killed it up there. $5000 for that lace bikini? Good job. You really know how to sell it."
"Thank you." Lindsey smiled politely. He had charm, but she felt that he was about to hit on her. Normally she wouldn't mind the banter if the guy wasn't a jerk about it, but something about this one made her nervous. He was dangerous because she already thought he was charming. He spoke slowly and had an easy manner. And that voice... It resonated in her physically. It was hypnotic. Instead of thinking of anything else to say, she simply continued looking around for Marta.
"My name is Marcelus. Marcelus Brooks." He smiled as he offered his hand.
Lindsey accepted the handshake, giving him a mile and a curt nod before looking anywhere but at him.
"I can see that you don't want to be disturbed." He continued, clearly undeterred. "I understand. I get it. A stunning woman like you in that sexy green dress among all us sharks. It can get old. I feel ya. I often feel the same way when I'm working at the club."
Lindsey glanced over at him finally, wondering what the hell he was talking about.
"But I'm not here to hit on you. I was just interested in meeting you. You seem different from the others on that stage. It's intriguing. I know this sounds like flattery, but you have such a unique assurance about you. The models? They're just trained performers with nice bodies. They're pretty, but also plastic. The other ladies were so far out of their element it was.. well they did their best and raised some cash for the charity. Which is awesome. But you? Sleek, elegant, graceful, beautiful, and obviously confident. But the most attractive thing about you is that your intelligence just shines through it all."
"I'm sorry, Mr.Brooks" She finally looked at him, breaking her patient silence. "I-"
"Marcelus." He cut her off, but somehow it wasn't rude. "I insist."
"I'm sorry, Marcelus..." She tilted her head, accepting the terms. "I thought you said you weren't here to hit on me."
"I'm not." He set his wine glass to the side. "I was just giving the lady her due. I'm good at recognizing talent. It's actually my job. You see, I have an agency." He produced a card. "I admit, I'm the only agent there, but I am very selective about who I represent and if you don't already have representation, I'd like to be your man."
Before she thought about it, Lindsey accepted the card and looked it over. It looked like he did it all: Modeling, Acting, Music... She did need an agent, but she wondered if he could really represent in all those areas. Being an agent required contacts in the industries. But something told her that if anyone could pull it off, Marcelus could. He just had the manner about him.
"Ah, you are looking for an agent. I knew it." He smiled broadly. "You should look me up. My website is there. I'm sure you have resources. How about you do your research and think about it. I can contact you next week some time. Maybe we can talk about it over dinner."
"Dinner?" Lindsey's face hardened. "You said-"
"Just business. I assure you." He really did sound assuring.
"Look... maybe? I have a boyfriend-"
"I know. Everyone knows. You're with Adam Bronk. He seems like a great guy. I know I root for him every game. I think he got robbed on that All Star vote. But the stadium making him their All Star, that was priceless. He deserved it. Honestly, he deserves you."
"Well..." Her face flushed. Marcelus really sounded... no, he felt sincere. "I don't know about dinner, but I wouldn't mind hearing your pitch for representation."
"That's awesome. You won't regret it. I mean, what's the harm, right? If you don't think I can help you, then we can just part friends. Do you have a card?"
"Not on me, but here." She scanned his card with her phone and dialed him. "I'm always running around, so just send me a text to remind me after the game on Sunday."
"I will," He put her name to the number on his phone with a smile. "I have $500 riding on the Dragons hanging a hundred. You can bet I'll be watching. Oh, and I'll do this for you. When we meet, I'll have some prospects for you. Do you mind if I drop your name to see what interest I get?"
"Hmmm. I think I prefer we wait on that."
"You're right. I was just getting ahead of myself. See, I knew you were smart. You're one of a kind, Lindsey. I'll contact you after you guys blow out the Chiefs. Thanks for the opportunity." After shaking her hand. Marcelus went off and disappeared into the crowd.
Watching him go, she found herself with an empty wine glass. A moment later, Marta found her.
"Who was that?"
"Marcelus Brooks. He might be my agent?"