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I get home. See you soon.” I hung up the phone a little disappointed that she didn’t pick up, but I shrugged it off. I guess I will see her soon enough.

6
    Vanessa
    â€œWell, wasn’t that rude,” I said with much displeasure.
    â€œVans, I hope I won’t regret this. I’m depending on you to make sure he keeps his word.” Charles opened his laptop set on the desk.
    He started to click away as I opened the bottle of champagne. “Do you want a glass or should I just go out on the terrace and drink by myself?” I hinted that his company was needed. I grabbed two glasses and the bottle then headed to the terrace overlooking the busy nightlife of SoHo Village.
    My brother stood six foot four inches with a model body, clean -cut hair, and he worked out his muscles every day and I mean every day, even Christmas. He could have anyone he wanted, but his love life seemed uneventful through the years. We were only a year apart so our circle was mostly the same and we were extremely close. So close that sometimes our own friends and family would wonder. But there was never anything incestuous going on; I just trusted him with any- and everything. We had no secrets.
    â€œPour me a glass, I’ll join you in a minute.”
    Setting the bottle on the floor, I opened the French doors and took in the night air. It wasn’t too hot; the humidity had died down and the cool air from the Hudson was inviting. I picked up the bottle and walked out onto the terrace. Since we were in one of the penthouses the terrace was huge: corner to corner lined with double glass five foot wall at the edge. The patio furniture was all wrought iron with huge, plush white and orange cushions. There was a bistro table next to one of the lounge chairs. I placed the bottle on top and poured myself and my brother a glass.
    â€œCharles, are you coming? Charles?” I knew he heard me. “Come on, stop working already.”
    The clicking had stopped and I could hear him approaching.
    â€œAll right, where’s my glass.”
    I gestured to the small table beside me.
    â€œOkay, should we toast to this deal or do you have something else in mind?”
    â€œNow, you know I don’t give two shits about that deal, as long as he gets the job done.” I raised my glass and gently knocked his glass.
    â€œWell, I guess I don’t have to worry about it getting done.” He raised his brow.
    â€œWhat’s that look about?” I sipped from my glass.
    â€œOh, don’t think I don’t know you. Why were you so eager for him to see me tonight instead of at the office? Are you thinking of fucking him?”
    I rolled my eyes regretting that I even came back upstairs. I really thought Mark would hang around. When he mentioned his wife I looked at his left hand and didn’t see any ring. That left me to conclude he was either in a committed relationship or just wanted us to stay out of his personal life.
    â€œDamn, what’s the deal with all the questions? Geez!”
    â€œI know those looks.” He scanned me from head to toe and gave me the “I know you” look.
    â€œPlease, you heard him, he’s married.” I hoped I wasn’t that transparent to Mark. My brother knew me well enough to know marriage was only a temporary locked door for me. I always got whatever I wanted.
    â€œJust make sure he does what he has to do first before you fuck up his world.” He downed his drink and put his glass on the table. “I’m serious. Listen I’m heading out, but you better think before you do. I’m not going to deal with your shit again. You’ll have to clean it up yourself.”
    â€œWhat can I say? I’m my father’s daughter in more ways than one.”
    His eyes told me not to, but it only made me want to even more. I brushed his comment off, telling myself that he was still mad about my last affair with a married man. I was still paying him