Donovan's Woman

She heard about him and knew who he was but felt he was out of her league. She worked at the hospital as a nursing assistant and everyone knew he was a scientist. Not a science teacher, but an actual research scientist working for NASA. It was 1970 and that was virtually unheard of. Also, there were other components that made her leery, he was tall, brown skinned and distinguished from a family full of educated folks. She was dark skinned and considered fine and free with no pedigree at all. She wasn't what anyone would consider appropriate for him, not even her. Donovan saw her as soon as he walked in the darkened nightclub. She was standing at the bar, seemingly staring into space, stirring her drink with a swizzle stick. Her beauty beckoned him. Her skin was flawless ebony and her shoulder length tresses so black they appeared blue under the light. She was also bountiful the way he loved women, thick and shapely with big legs."Man, instead of staring, go talk to her." His friend Charlie Banks said. "I hear she's a good time and she looks really good. She's also checking you out. Make moves." Donovan didn't say anything but squared his shoulders. Many thought him a square but what they didn't know, they didn't need to know. He was going to talk to Anita Rivers and she was going to be his. Glancing up, Anita saw Donovan approaching the bar. Surprise filled her when he stopped in front of her, smelling of bay rum fragrance. "Hello Anita. I'm Donovan, Donovan Vane.""I know who you are, Mr. Vane. The question is, how you know me?" Anita asked her voice low and husky. "I don't know you, I know your name. I'm willing to get to know you, if you allow it." Donovan said, causing Anita to smile, a small gap showing between her large, white front teeth. He suddenly wanted her to bite him.