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again.
    Nor would I…hopefully, I prayed to myself.
    Taking in the scent, his cologne seemed to linger.   This was insane!   I needed to focus on something else.
    “What is taking this elevator so long?”
    I didn’t have time to wait.   It looks as if the stairs will have to
do.   Seven flights in heels.   Shit…
    I ran down them as quickly as I could.   Desperate not to fall on my
face.   Finally, down to the garage
level I busted thru the heavy metal door.
    This damn dress is so freaking tight!   I probably should have opted for a pair of
slacks this morning.
    Making my way to my car, I was grateful for the fab
key.   That was the last
thing , I wanted to do . Look for my car keys. I
threw my bags into the back seat of the car. Siting in the car, adjusting all
the mirrors and staring it, I took in a cleansing breath.   I thoroughly loved my Nissan Altima.   It had all the comforts of a luxury car without
the price tag.
    Funny for a twenty five year old whom just came into the full
balance of a trust fund I could afford more.   I just didn’t see the purpose.   No, I felt no need for flashy items.   Moreover, I loved this car.   It had reminded me of my mother’s…down to the
color.   Black
    The only advantage was that this one was new, and I loved
the backup camera.
    One final check in the rear view mirror, then my eyes out
of habit, landed on the screen of the center console.   Letting off the brake, I slowly back the car
out of the parking spot, and out of the garage.   Like every morning, I knew my drive to Georgetown would be an endless
battle down I-95.
    I drove easily out of Baltimore city and entered the
beltway.   My IPod, blaring thru the
speakers, was common.
    I always used this time in the car just to center
myself.   In many ways, the drive to work
was what I needed to prep myself for the endless barrage of; “Lillian get me this…or I need that…Where is…!” I hated the demands
my boss put on me.
    Junior editor…right more like his personal slave.
    Pulled from my thoughts, my blue tooth always rang thru the
speakers.
    “Good morning Julie.”   Gotta love caller ID.
    “Hey love!”   Her voice groggy, no surprise there; as this was not normal for
her.
    “And how are you doing this morning?”   I teased remember her one niter.   Hell, I was having a hard time forgetting
him.
    “Tired…ugh, I have to pack.   I finally got a freelance assignment, so I’m flying out to Haiti in the
next three hours.”
    “Wow…I take it your covering the earthquake?”   I was happy for her…this was indeed the break
she was waiting for.   And a good thing
remembering her one night stand .
    “Yup…It’s such a shame what happened…but
an exciting opportunity for me, and my camera” , she sounded so tired .
    “So, I take it your one niter didn’t give you too much time
for sleep!”   I teased.   Fuck, I knew I shouldn’t have brought him up.   Yet, what possessed me, was clearly stupidity.   Trying to make light of it, “I guess that’s something you can do on the plane” ok I was a bit
jealous remembering the way he looked at me.   Hell, I could tell that he was built under that
suit, not to mention his height was something I always looked for.   I think he was 6’5 or taller.
    Julie laughed with me.
    “Oh lord Lilly…he wasn’t a one niter…” she giggled some
more “He’s my half-brother Charlie.   I’m
sorry I would have told you sooner, but you were out last night.”
    Half-brother? I had
forgotten she had mentioned him from time to time.   Great, he was even more of an off limit for
me now.   What am I saying!
    “Oh shit…I thought he was…shit, I was so rude this morning,
I just ran out. I don’t even know if he left or not. I
got so distracted when my boss called. Shit, he must think me to be a scatter
brain.”   Ok, I was
frazzled .   She was my roommate,
regardless of how close we were or not, he was her family.   I was raised with