Stacy look at the slightly crooked sign over the washed-out exterior of the motel. In a flowing script the words “Shamrock Motel” were visible under the dirt and grime. She sighed heavily as she looked around. It had been years since she had been to this side of town, the phrase “wrong side of the tracks” coming to mind. Could she leave her Lexus here unattended? Hell, was it safe for her to be here as well?
Stacy would have preferred to meet at one of the finer boutique hotels downtown. She thought of the high thread count bedding, elegant décor, and impeccable service. But Eric had been right, they were both too visible downtown. Stacy had been working at a law firm for years, she would be making partner soon. During this time, she had become a fixture at both the courthouse and as many societal events that she could fit in. Stacy was surrounded by petite and demure women, she stood out in stark contrast to their pastels. In the heels she wore daily, Stacy stood just shy of 6 feet tall. Her long straight black hair hung to her waist, the dark curtain a contrast to her pale skin and startling blue eyes. Along with her height, Stacy had a full lush body that she chose to show off instead of hide. Her trademark all black form fitting suits as well known as her ambition and drive.