How Can an Angel Take My Heart?: The Positive Side of Temptation

By Regina Knox

This is a work of fiction centering mainly on the experience of Angela (Angel) Lord in connection with her relationship with Kennedy (Kendy) Brooks.

After leaving her husband, Angel begins a life with her partner Tonya who lives with her and two children. While on a business trip to Arizona with her assistant, Kendy meets Angel in the restaurant where she was just been promoted to manager. Although Kendy is involved with a man named Robert who is waiting to propose marriage to her back in Boston, the two women hit it off and eventually become lovers. Hoping to portray his ex-wife in a negative light, Michael pays an associate to follow Angel and report back to him with any incriminating information. When Angel breaks the news of her feelings for Kendy to her former lover, Tonya vows revenge, and eventually joins forces with Michael to take Angels children away from her. When the love of her life lay in a coma, Angel tried the only thing she knew; the faith that Kennedy had been brought up with, since her father was a preacher. And by the time she recovered everything was different.

As the story progresses, Angel and Kendy must summon a source of internal strength to overcome the obstacles that their new relationship seems to create.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Sep 1, 2002
• ISBN: 9780759655539

Regina Knox

"This is a journey of certain or uncertainties, the story is fiction, but the heart and soul of the characters are true. Because I, the writer, lived and am still living the heart and soul of the characters today." Regina Knox is originally from Cleveland Ohio. She attended East High School, and East Tec. High School. Regina is next to the youngest of a host of brothers and sisters. Regina wasn’t fortunate to attend college, instead she left Cleveland at the age of eighteen to sell magazines throughout the U.S. Ms. Knox is now a proud independent contractor/sales manager for that company and runs her own magazine group Rich Kids. Inc., throughout the United States.

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Table of Contents

Author’s Acknowledgments

Dedication

Author’s Note

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-one

Chapter Twenty-two

Chapter Twenty-three

Epilogue

About the Author

Author’s Acknowledgments

First of all, I would like to thank my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, for all his blessing; without him this book could not have been written. Sometimes I believe we are put in situations to learn and grow from. Thank you Lord, for carrying me through and making me see there is a positive side to temptation. You’re my love, my life, my guidance; you are all-powerful and merciful and I thank you for letting me get to know you. Your grateful and humble servant.

I would like to thank Cathy Wilson, my editor, for your hard work and dedication; it should be rewarded. So, this one is for you. We did it!!!!!

I also want to give thanks to Mr. James Ellison. Without your wisdom and knowledge I wouldn’t have the courage to write this book. Thank you for teaching me how to believe in the power of positive thinking. You are simply the best.

To Tracy and Gale Lynch, for all those days I asked you why. Now I know why. Patience is everything; thank you for having patience with me. Not only that, you let me know that I can depend on me and all the gifts that God has given me.

I also want to thank Tracey K. Richardson. You are my friend and my sister in Christ. Thank you for the experience that I now can share with the world. You’ve touched my life in so many ways and I pray that you and this book touch many more. You are truly loved and blessed.

Thank you Alexis Speight, Deloris Stevenson, Michelle Gray, Daryl Porter, Roger Thompson, Arlene Virgil, Jasmine Thompson, and Amaul Jones, we did it! How do you like us now? Anthony Love, Robert Smith, Tahire Singleton, Bill Scott, Terri Powell, Karen Graham, Mark Lenore, Carl Cunningham, Robert Willis, Cindy Reed, Kim Hunt, Tammy Montana, Sharon Jacobs, Manasha Princess Fice, Ricky Slocum, Melvin Wright, Cassandra Lowe, Charley Booker, Tony Thomas, Aaliyah McNeal, Joe Jenkins, Nashon Coward, Shelondra McFarland, Tracy Richardson, and Rochelle Evan: your hard work was a plus… and the whole (TOPS) Team of Professional Sales People, including the best crew on the road today, Rich Kids Inc. You guys are a great second family and I’m so very proud to be associated with each and every one of you.

If somehow I have forgotten to mention someone, it was not intentionally; please, if you have to charge me for it, charge it to my head, not to my heart. Peace.

A very, very, special thanks to my own family, Darryl, Theresa, Carron, Celestine, Zora, Mary, Bernard, Wesley, Pam, Wonda, David, Joseph, Avery,

Irene; I love you guys so much. I know I don’t say it much or call like I should, but always remember, you are always in my heart, for now and for always.

To my half-brother Richard Rogers, although we only recently found out we were brother and sister. I will always consider you my whole brother. I love you. My cousins and aunts nieces and nephews, it’s so many of you I’ll be all day giving shout outs, so I’ll take a minute and just say thank you for loving me. I hope that will hold you until you see me again. I love you guys so much that I can burst with joy.

I love my family with all my heart. Don’t you guys ever forget that!

To my second family, Claire and Willie Hines: thank you, guys, for taking my little sister and me in your home when my mother passed away. You have been more than a mother and father to us; you’ve been our friend. I love you guys so much… and my new brothers and sisters, Peggy, Roy, Boo, Jermaine, Fancy, and Man.

To my California girls, Marilyn Bryant, Irene Whipple and Paula Williams. I love you guys muchly. Keep whipping the hair. thank you for being my friend.

A very special thanks to Arlene Virgil. Your confidence and belief in me was overwhelming. You’ve read my manuscript over and over and constantly reminded me that I should get it published. You had more confidence in me than I had in myself. I just want to take a minute out to say thank you for your honesty and your belief in me. It’s worth more than you could ever know.

To my mentors in the spirit, Junita Bynum, CeCe Winans, Yolanda Adams, T.D. Jakes and Donnie McClurkins. Your songs and tapes got me to the place I am today and I hope and pray one day our path will cross. May the Lord Jesus Christ be with you guys always. Thank you for the ministry—rather, it was in songs or a word from God.

One last shout! My favorite cousins in the world, Donna Rogers and Raymondo Williams. What’s up Baby, Baby, Baby. ? I’ve got your back, Samuel (Jazier) Jones. Thank you so, so much.

Gina

Dedication

This book is dedicated to my mother Doretta Williams-Knox, and to my sister, D’Jarnette Knox. Our path has gone in two different directions. You two are in very good hands, the same hands that hold my heart, my mind, my soul and my spirit, and if you are looking down on me, I hope you are smiling; I’m doing my best to make my Father and you two proud of me. I miss and love you both.

Author’s Note

In our journey of life we will have temptations,

We will also have invitations.

We just have to know the difference between the two.

Chapter One

It was turning out to be a nice evening—in fact, a great evening. A gentle breeze tantalized the palm trees lining Country Club Drive in Chandler, Arizona. Chandler was the sleepy town next to Tempe, a college town not sleepy at all.

It was warm, considering that the rest of the country was gripped in the clutches of full-blown winter. The entire East Coast was snowed in, including New York, Philadelphia, and Newark. Boston was snowed under. For the people of Chandler, however, snow was the last thing on their minds. They played kickball or dominoes as they watched the sun go down, lulled by the hypnotic, romantic sound of Toni Braxton. No one knew where the music was coming from, and no one cared. It just seemed to waft in over the rooftops and parking lots near the edge of town.

In a two-story mid-scale apartment building—typical for this area of town—Angela Renée Lord was preparing for a six o’clock business meeting. Angela was a woman who knew she was beautiful. At five-foot-four, she had a smooth walnut complexion, long brown hair streaked with blonde, chestnut brown eyes. Angela paused for a moment and looked at herself—for the fifth time—in a full body mirror. She was wearing light blue panties.

Damn, I still look good! she said, aloud, opening the drawer of an antique dresser and pulling out a matching blue bra. She snapped the bra around her small but firm breasts.

So what if they’re small? They’ve got a great shape—and here I am thirty years old with two kids. Yes, I’m still fine! she mused aloud, admiring her body. Angela reached for the lotion on the dresser and slowly rubbed it in her skin.

Her children ran into the room, screaming. Briana, her youngest child yelled, Mama! Mama! Tell Nico to give me back my doll! She was a beautiful child with golden skin tone and cute ponytails—a sweetie, but sassy in her own way. Born five years behind Nico, Briana would do anything to get her big brother in trouble.

Nico tried to make it look like he wasn’t really teasing Briana, but he was. He’d never admit it, but Briana drove him crazy and he was always trying to get back at her. Standing four-foot-eleven-and-a-half inches tall, with a beer-nut complexion and curly jet-black hair, Nico always seemed to be the obedient son. He knew very well that he was the man of the house and had the responsibility to try to keep the peace. He just couldn’t help himself, and then Angel—both mother and father to these two kids—had to discipline him.

Nico! Give your sister back her doll, and turn the radio down, Angel ordered. I have a business appointment in thirty minutes. Nico continued to play. Nico! Don’t let me have to tell you again!

Angel caught his eye and looked at him steadily. Nico realized she was serious.

Yes, ma’am. Here, take your stupid doll, Nico said, as he pushed the doll into Briana’s arms.

It ain’t stupid, stupid ass, Briana mumbled as she snatched her doll and fled out of the room.

Mama! Did you hear what she said?

Don’t start with me, Nico! Turn that radio down! I don’t want to tell you again! Angel repeated, angry. She looked toward the hallway. Briana! Briana! Get your butt in here! Briana ran to the room but stood near the doorway. She crossed her legs and played with her fingers, nervously awaiting her punishment.

Yes?

Get over here, Briana! Angel ordered, pointing where she stood. Briana sidled toward her. Angel bent down, grabbing Briana’s cheeks and squeezing her lips tightly together.

Where did you learn that from? she said sharply, looking directly into her eyes. Don’t ever let me hear you say that again! Do you hear me, young lady? Do you hear me? Angel knew she was angry and tried to calm herself.

Yes, ma’am.

Now, get out of here so I can finish getting dressed. Angel gave Nico an icy stare. Nico, how can I expect you to be the man of the house when you’re acting like a six-year-old? You better straighten up or I’m going to give you what you’ve been asking for. Now go get ready to go over your daddy’s house.

Yes, ma’am. Nico ran out of his mother’s bedroom. Angela slid into her skirt and put on her blouse.

Tonya, would you come in here for a minute? Angela yelled. She was putting on her blazer and slipping into her shoes as Tonya walked into the room. She was a slightly muscular woman with a brown-paper-bag skin tone, dressed in khaki jeans and a T-shirt, with an oversized plaid shirt on top. Tonya was attractive, but she did not possess the effortless beauty and sensuality that was Angela. At twenty-seven, Tonya was younger and taller than Angela, standing five-foot-eight. She sported a short Toni Braxton haircut, with gold draped around her neck, and many earrings in her left ear.

Listen, I don’t want you cursing around Briana, Angela said. She’s beginning to pick up bad habits. That’s the last thing I need to hear from her father.

So what did she say? Tonya asked.

She called Nico a stupid ass.

Tonya laughed. Really?

That’s not funny. You know their father is looking for anything to take my kids away. It’s already bad enough. I don’t want to add profanity to it. Do you understand that?

Yes, I understand, Tonya said, as she sat on the bed.

Would you do me a favor? Angel asked.

What’s that?

I want you to take the children to their father’s tonight, and tell him I will pick them up in the morning.

You must be planning to work all night, Tonya said with disappointment in her voice.

Angela shrugged. Maybe. It depends on whether I get the promotion or not.

I hope you do.

Me, too.

Angela ran out of the door, briefcase in hand. Tonya called her back.

Angel! You forgot something.

‘What? What! Angel looked around, then looked at Tonya. Oh, yeah. She ran back and kissed her quickly on the lips. Don’t forget to take the kids."

I won’t. They smiled at one another.

Wish me luck.

You got it! Tonya replied with confidence.

Angel ran to the car and looked back with a look of contentment. She waved good-bye. Tonya whispered, Good luck, before she shut the door.

Come on, kids, we’re going to your father’s house.

*   *   *   *   *

Angel drove to work, listening to a tape of Angela Bofill’s greatest hits.

That’s gonna be me one day, singing my own greatest hits, she thought, humming along. Suddenly, she heard a plane fly over her car—too close for comfort, it seemed. Damn, I wish they’d find another route. That scares the shit out of people. If you didn’t know there was an airport nearby, you might get into an accident. Angel paused for a minute and a thought out of the blue ran through her mind. Hell, my soul mate might be up there. She smiled and brushed the thought away. What am I doing? I’ve got to get to work.

*   *   *   *   *

Aboard that plane, an attractive, well-dressed businesswoman sat looking over her notes. She had a pecan complexion, long black-hair and hazel eyes, and was wearing a burgundy Donna Karen, suit. Sitting beside her was a dark, handsome man in his early thirties, dressed in Italian alligator shoes and a tailor-made Brionni suit.

So, Ms. Kennedy Arman Brooks, he said in a long, drawn-out accent. How long is our stay in this exciting town?

For your information, as long as it takes. It should not matter how long we are here, as long as we do what we came out here to do—our job, for your information. You should be more concerned about the outcome of our presentation. She knew she was being brusque, but she disliked his sarcastic tone.

That’s not what I’m saying, Kennedy. I was just wondering so I’d know if I would be able to make it to my brother’s wedding in Boston. He’s getting married next week, and I want to be there. You know this, Kennedy. I told you about this a month ago.

Will you please stop calling me Kennedy? she snapped. I have told you to call me Kendy. I only use my full name when I’m dealing in serious business.

Now, to answer your question, I don’t know if you will be able to go to Boston. I need you here. Mr. Gary Smith will be there, and he’s very interested in my work as a motivational speaker. Whatever I have to do to get this book published and promoted, that’s how long we will be here. You don’t have a problem with that, do you? She looked directly into his eyes.

No, I guess not, he said.

Kennedy was a woman who knew what she wanted and worked very hard to make it happen. She owned her own advertising agency, record company, construction company and a host of other businesses. Her first love was buying and selling shoes to major department stores around the world. Having grown up in poverty, never having had a decent pair of shoes, she made it her relentless pursuit to buy shoes and sell them as economically as she could, so everyone could have a nice pair of shoes at a fair price.

The captain’s voice crackled over the intercom. Please buckle your seat belts. We’re in for a beautiful landing. Phoenix looks gorgeous today. I hope you had a relaxing trip. Thank you for flying Universal Way.

Besides, Marcus, it might be fun. Think positive. Just think, we’ll be meeting Gary Smith.

Whoopee, Marcus said dryly.

*   *   *   *   *

Angel pulled up in front of a very elegant restaurant, La Mirage. Knowing she was late, she sped to the back of the restaurant where her boss, Mr. Calabrese, was just starting a meeting. He was distracted when he saw Angel coming in late. He quickly turned his head and said, Angel, you’re late! You were supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago.

I’m sorry, Mr. Calabrese. I won’t let it happen again.

Go on and have a seat so we can get on with this meeting, he said. Angela hoped she hadn’t disappointed him. She knew that this was an important day for him, as he was selecting someone to help manage the restaurant.

For a few moments, everyone was talking at the same time. Mr. Calabrese clapped his hands for order. Come on, come on, everyone, calm down. Let’s get this meeting started so that we can get back to work. Now, I’m sure you all want to know who I’ve picked to act as general manager of our restaurant. It was a hard decision, because everyone of you works hard, and most of you are very dedicated. He looked around slowly and carefully. I’ve selected Angela Lord. Everyone applauded and congratulated her. Angela beamed.

Okay, now, let’s go back to work. And one more thing, he added, I want everyone to help Angela out. If you’re on her team, then you’re on my team. Is that understood?

Everyone spoke at once. Yes, sir!

Good! Angela, come with me. They walked into another part of the restaurant, where there was a fireplace and candles lit on each table. They took a seat in the back of the room to go over business.

*   *   *   *   *

A limousine pulled up at the airport. The driver stepped out and opened the door for Marcus and Kennedy. To the Hyatt Regency? the driver asked.

No, I want to get something to eat first, Kennedy said.

Well, I know a very nice restaurant in town called the La Mirage, one of the best in Phoenix.

Sounds good. What do you think, Marcus?

Yes, please. I need a drink. It’s going to be a long week.

Marcus, I told you to think positive, she said. We are going to have a good time.

The driver looked into the rearview mirror. How long is your stay? he asked.

Oh, about a week or so, Kennedy replied. She looked out the window as they drove down the boulevard. Just look at this place, Marcus, she said. Blue skies, palm trees—it’s incredible. As they pulled into the restaurant parking lot, she commented, This is gorgeous.

I told you, one of the best, the driver said. He stepped out of the car to let them out, and they walked into the restaurant.

Oh, yeah, Kendy, Marcus said. This is sharp.

I hope the food tastes as good as this place looks, she replied. A hostess approached them. Are you ready to be seated?

Yes. Do you have an area that’s a little secluded? Kennedy asked.

Yes, please walk this way. She led them to a cozy corner of the restaurant.

Now, this is beautiful, Kennedy said, looking around, noticing the fireplace. They took a seat.

Our chef s specialty today is Chicken Alfredo and Veal Parmigiano. Your waiter will be here in just a few minutes. She passed each of them a menu. Would you like something to drink?

Sure, I’ll have a glass of Louis XIII, and you, Marcus?

I’ll have a glass of Hennessey.

Wow, the waitress said. That Louis XIII is one hundred fifty dollars a shot, ma’am. Are you sure?

"Excuse me J" Kennedy said, glancing up with an attitude.

All right, yes, ma’am, coming right up, demurred the waitress and walked away.

On the other side of the room, Angel noticed Kennedy and Marcus. She thought, That’s what I’m planning to become, very rich and successful, wearing expensive suits like her.

Mr. Calabrese saw her far-away gaze. Let’s get down to business, Angela, he said chuckling. Angela liked Mr. C., with his salt-and-pepper hair.

Oh, yeah, yeah. I’m sorry, sir.

I’m going to get the books so we can go over them. Stay put, and quit staring. You want our customers to think we’ve never seen rich people before?

Kennedy noticed that Angel was staring at her. She smiled graciously. Then she whispered to Marcus, That young lady is staring at us.

I hope she’s staring at me, because she sure is fine, he said. Maybe I’ll go over there and introduce myself.

Please, Marcus. Don’t embarrass me.

I think this trip will be fun after all. Marcus got up and walked over to Angela. Hello, my name is Marcus Steel, and you are …?

My name is Angel. I mean Angela, Angela Lord. How do you do? They shook hands. Marcus sat himself down across from her.

Well, well. Tell me, how can an ambitious young black man have an opportunity to get to know you better? You are a very beautiful young lady.

They both laughed.

I really can’t say, Angel said, as she watched Mr. Calabrese come toward her. I have some very important business to finish. Maybe some other time.

Marcus nodded and walked back to his table. Oh, they brought your food. Did you order for me? he asked Kendy.

No, and I don’t have time to wait for you. I’m tired and I have to get some sleep. I have to see Mr. Smith at seven in the morning. If you weren’t so busy flirting with that young lady, you’d be eating right now.

Oh, well. Marcus sat back down.

Angel was looking over the books, and glanced up at Mr. Calabrese, I believe I can handle this, she said. Do you still need to talk to me? I’m ready to get back to work.

No, I think we’re fine. You can finish your work in the office.

Okay. Do you want me to put these books away?

Yes, do that for me. I want to help seat some of the people. It’s getting pretty crowded. Angel picked up the books and turned toward Kennedy across the restaurant. They shared a surprisingly long look before she walked away.

Well, Kendy, are you ready to motivate and inspire some people? asked Marcus.

Oh, yes, I can’t wait till tomorrow. Kennedy removed herself from the table.

Where are you going?

To the ladies’ room, if you don’t mind. Kennedy walked to the ladies’ room and bumped into Angela, coming out the door, knocking the papers in her hands to the floor. Oh, my God! I’m so sorry; I didn’t know you were there, Kendy apologized.

Don’t worry, it happens. They bent down to pick up the papers. Kennedy gathered them up and put them into Angela’s hands; their eyes met. They stood as one.

Um, thank you. Angel’s voice was a little shaky. Are you finished eating? she inquired.

Almost, Kendy responded, as they smiled into each others’ eyes.

Well, I guess I’d better move on. Kennedy said, at a loss for words for one of the few times in her life.

Ah, excuse me. What’s your name? Angel asked.

Kennedy, Kennedy Brooks and yours?

Angela Renée Lord, but most people call me Angel.

Well, it is a pleasure meeting you, Kendy said as they shook hands.

Mr. Calabrese stood at the door waiting for Angel.

What are you doing, Angela? That gentleman in back needs help. Can you take care of him for me?

Yes, sir. Angel was looking to see who needed her help. May I help you, Mr. Steel?

Yes, you may. I was just writing my number down, so you and I could get better acquainted.

She looked at the number.

Oh, you’re staying in a hotel? How long will you be here?

Who knows? he answered.

What hotel is this?

The Hyatt Regency.

Wow, that’s very expensive. I mean, it’s a very nice hotel, she added, embarrassed. She was sure that she sounded naive.

Marcus was charmed by her awe. Most of the people he met were usually jaded. Will you give me a call? Maybe we can have a few cocktails.

What about your wife or girlfriend?

I don’t have one.

Who is the young lady that’s with you?

Oh, she’s my boss.

Oh, so you’re not together?

No, we’re not. Give me a call. Who knows? Don’t forget, extension 944. Marcus pointed at the paper.

I promise I won’t forget. Thank you.

"Oh no, thank you," he said with a grin on his face. Kennedy came back to the table.

Marcus, I’m finished. I’m going to my room to go over my notes, and then I’m going to bed. Do you want me to send the car back?

Oh, come on! I’m not finish eating.

Well, I am. I will see you later.

Wait, wait, I’m coming. He reached into his pocket and put the money for the bill on the table. He looked at Angel and said, Call me tomorrow. He ran behind Kennedy.

As Angel began to clear the table where they were eating, she noticed that Kennedy had left her wallet. She ran out the door to catch them, but the limo was already pulling away. Boy, this must not be my day, she thought.

Mr. Calabrese called her in. Angela! What are you doing? I just gave you a promotion and you’re acting like it means nothing.

Oh, no, sir. The couple that was here left a wallet. I was trying to return it, but they’ve already left.

Put it in the lost and found. If they call, we’ll have it here.

I would, but Tommy left a little while ago.

Hold onto it. She’ll probably be coming back. He looked at the wallet and said, This is a very expensive wallet. She’ll be back. Now get to work, Angela.

Yes, sir. Mr. Calabrese, you can count on me.

Yeah, yeah. Grinning, he waved her off as he walked to the back of the restaurant.

*   *   *   *   *

In Wayland, Massachusetts, a wealthy suburb outside of Boston, snow was gently falling. It was a quiet, peaceful night in this affluent neighborhood. BMW, Mercedes and Lexus automobiles were parked along the streets, stranded due to a previous snowstorm. People were mostly staying at home, waiting out the weather.

In one home in particular, a family was gathered, excitement in the air. A distinctive young man in his mid-thirties stood to make an announcement. He looked around the room with a champagne glass in his hand, smiling with delight. He stood 6’1, with broad shoulders, very handsome with café au lait skin, dressed in jeans and a blazer. Raising his glass he said, Attention, please. The room went silent. I have a small announcement to make. I came here tonight to pull a little magic. However, the person I wanted to pull the magic on isn’t here at this time. What I had wanted to say, was… He looked at the far corner of the table where the Reverend R.W. Brooks and his wife Melonie were seated, and said, You know that I love your daughter Kennedy very much. You also know that I would do anything for your daughter. She has made me the happiest man alive. He took a deep breath. I, Robert James O’Neal, would like to ask Kennedy, your daughter, for her hand in marriage. A stunned pause filled the room. Before you jump off the handle, I make very good money, maybe not as much as your daughter, but I’m definitely on my way, and you know I will take very good care of your daughter. She means the world to me. But when she returns from this business trip, with your blessings of course, I will feel very good about asking her to marry me."

A burst of laughter filled the room. Mrs. Brooks began to cry. The Reverend Brooks stood up. Son, I would love to have you as a son-in-law. In fact, you can get married in my church. I would love to perform the ceremony.

Really! They gave each other a cheerful hug. The Reverend Brooks picked up his glass of wine and looked at his wife, then he looked at Robert’s mother and father. Mr. and Mrs. O’Neal, he said. To Kennedy and Robert. May their days be as glorious as they have been for us. They all toasted and sipped their drinks. Well, son, after all this celebrating, you’d better hope she says yes.

I know that’s right! Robert said as they embraced and laughed again.

*   *   *   *   *

Back at the hotel, Kennedy picked up the phone to call Marcus.

Marcus, did you pick up my wallet? I must have misplaced it. I can’t find it anywhere.

No. But check the restaurant; you may have left it there.

Come on, Marcus. You think it’s open this time of night?

What time is it, anyway? Marcus asked.

It’s eleven o’clock. Your little girlfriend may bring it over.

Hmm, that’s a thought, he said. "I’m too tired tonight, though. Besides, I told her to call me in the morning.

Ha! I’ll call, Kennedy said. Don’t forget to wake me up at six AM.

You can call for a wake up call, he said, annoyed. He felt like he was at the Queen’s beck and call twenty-four hours a day.

I may not hear it. Wake me, please.

Okay, okay, I’m going to bed, he grumbled. He could never say no to her. They hung up. Kennedy picked up the phone book and looked for the name of the restaurant. She dialed the number. I hope they have it, she murmured. All my credit cards, ID, checkbooks, oh God, please have it, she muttered to herself as the phone rang. Finally, a soft voice answered.

Hello, La Mirage.

My name is Kennedy Arman Brooks. I was there earlier this evening.

Yes, Ms. Brooks, I was waiting for your call. We have your wallet. For security reasons, I need you to describe it.

Oh, of course, I understand. It is a black Chanel wallet, trimmed in gold.

Yes, that’s it, the voice confirmed.

Thank you, thank you. I thought I would never find it. How long will you be open?

‘We are closed right now. I will be more than happy to bring it to you."

Are you sure?

Yes, I’m sure. It will be a little while because I have to lock up.

That will be great. I’ll have time to take a shower. Oh, I’m so sorry, who am I speaking with?

This is Angel.

Kennedy was surprised and quite happy. Okay, I’ll be waiting. Oh yeah, do you know where I’m located?

Yes, I do. Your friend Mr… Mr… damn, I forgot his name. He left me with the number and address. What’s your room number? I’m in 943.

Okay, I’ll see you in a couple of hours. They hung up. Kennedy ran to turn on the shower. The phone rang. She ran back to answer it. Yes, Angel.

No, this is not an angel, unless of course you want me to be. Oh, hi, Robert, she said, suddenly subdued. You don’t sound like you’re happy to hear from me. I am, baby. I thought you were the young lady I met at the restaurant today. She found my wallet.

What, you lost your wallet? he asked, surprised.

Oh, don’t worry. Somebody over there found it, and she’s bringing it to me. So… you must miss me a lot. I just left you a few hours ago.

Well, baby, a few hours seem like a lifetime when you’re away. She smiled.

Honey, I have some good news for you. What? Well, what is it?

I can’t tell you now. I’ll tell you when you get back. Baby, I can’t wait. I’m missing you so much. Me, too.

I just wanted to hear your voice.

You are so sweet. Listen, I’m getting ready to take a shower and go to bed. It was a long flight and the time has changed. I’m just really tired. Can I call you tomorrow night? I’m going to be very busy first thing in the morning.

I know, I know. Look, no one is going to be in that shower with you, are they?

Oh, Rob. They laughed. Goodnight, baby.

Goodnight. She hung up the phone. Kennedy walked back to get into the shower.

*   *   *   *   *

That’s it, Mr. Calabrese, we’re just about done, Angel said. Good. By the way, did those people call about that wallet? Yes, they did. I told her I would bring it to her.

That’s nice of you. Maybe she’ll come back in and eat another meal. Who knows, she might just tell other people about us. It’s all about money, huh, Mr. C.?

Hey, that’s what makes this world go around, he said chuckling. Make sure you lock-up?

Okay, Mr. C. I’ll see you tomorrow—on time.

That’s for sure. He gave her a hug. Before I forget, I want to say congratulations. He smiled and walked out of the door. Angel took the money out of the register to put it in the vault. Then she picked up Kennedy’s wallet and looked at it, wondering what was in it. Caressing the wallet in her hand, she sat down, wanting to open the wallet. No, I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t. Yes, I should. Angel opened the wallet and saw all types of credit cards, American Express Platinum, Discover, Visa, Master Card, Diner’s Club. Damn, she’s got it made. She leafed through some photos. Oh, he’s handsome. This must be a family picture. Good-looking family. I wonder how much money she has? She noticed her check book and record book. Damn, I know, I shouldn’t be looking through this, but shit, you only live once. How much money is in your account, Ms. Brooks? she said as she opened up the book. Well, I’ll be damned, I ain’t never seen these many zeros. She shut the wallet. Damn, damn, I’d better hurry up and take her this wallet. Angel started scrambling around, putting things in place, picking up her purse, and ran out the door. She got into her car, and looked at the clock. Shit, it’s one in the morning. I hope she’s still up. She reached in her purse, and put on some lipstick. Damn, what am I doing this for, I must be crazy, I’m not single anymore. She started the car up and pulled off.

*   *   *   *   *

Kennedy was asleep on the couch. The fireplace was burning and jazz was playing on the stereo. A glass of wine stood on the table, half-empty. The notes she was going over were on the floor. There was a knock at the door, but Kennedy didn’t move. There was another knock at the door and still Kennedy didn’t move.

Angel thought Kennedy might be asleep. She looked at her watch and said, Damn, it’s pretty late. I’ll leave it at the front desk. When Angel began to leave the door, it suddenly opened. Kennedy called her.

Angela, Angela.

Oh, I’m sorry for coming so late, Angela said, in a soft whisper. I had to close the restaurant.

No problem. Come in, I fell asleep. Have a seat. You have a few minutes?

Angel looked around.

Sure. This is a nice place. I bet it cost you a fortune to stay here.

Pretty much. Would you care for something to drink? They smiled.

I guess a glass of wine would be nice. She sat down on the couch where Kennedy had been sleeping. This is a beautiful fireplace. I’m surprised you have it on. It’s not that cold outside.

I know; I just love fireplaces.

So how long are you planning on staying here?

Kennedy brought her a glass of wine and sat in the chair next to the couch.

I’m here on business, for about a week or two.

Have you ever been to Arizona before?

No, I haven’t. It is a beautiful place. Arizona is magic; it feels like another world, with the palm trees and desert sands, the wide-open spaces.

It’s okay, I guess. I’m so familiar with this place. I see it every day. Angel paused for a second, looking around the suite. But I have plans to get out of here one day. I’ve got big dreams.

Oh! Kennedy looked very amused. What kind of dreams?

You don’t want to here about my dreams; they’re silly.

How do you know what I think is silly? Tell me, Kennedy said, becoming more enthused.

Well, I have a desire to be a singer. Like Anita Baker, Angela Bofill and Toni Braxton. You know, R& B singers.

Why do you think it’s silly?

Because most of the time it’s not what you know, it’s who you know.

Yes, sometimes. What are you doing to help it along?

Nothing much. I’m working hard at the La Mirage, and I just got promoted today.

Oh, really! Well, congratulations.

Thank you. I’m sorry, I must be boring you. I’d better go.

Listen, you’re not boring me. I’m enjoying your company. Now sit back down, Kennedy said.

It’s okay? she asked, unsure.

Yes, it is, Kennedy said. Trust me. Now, tell me more about yourself.

Tell me about you, instead, Angel countered.

Kennedy smiled. She admired Angel’s ability to dodge the question. What do you want to know? Well, let me see… I was born and raised in Roxbury, a little suburb outside Boston.

I was wondering about your accent. It’s not a really strong accent, but I’ve noticed it.

I went to school to get rid of it. But I guess it didn’t work, huh?

No, I think it sounds nice.

Well, thank you.

So, is Kennedy your real name? It sounds odd for a woman. Not a bad thing. I mean, it sounds pretty glamorous. Kennedy Arman. Sounds like you should have been a model or something.

Well, for that you’d have to ask my mother. She said I was named after her grandfather. I never met him. He died before I was born. But the name’s all right. Most of my close friends or relatives call me Kendy.

Kendy, now that’s nice. Most of my friends call me Angel, instead of Angela. So, what type of work do you do? Not to pry, but I notice you ordered a glass of Louis XIII, and the only people I know that order brandy like that is rich people. Did you know if you bought a fifth of that it would cost you thirteen hundred dollars?

Oh I’m quite sure it does, but I like fine things, nice things. I’m not what you call a spoiled little rich girl. Actually, I didn’t grow up spoiled or rich either, but when I became an adult I spoiled myself. Therefore, in order for me to have what society calls the finer things in life, I had to sacrifice some things, like parenthood and being somebody’s wife. I don’t like the word rich. I’m doing just fine. I’m what you would call an entrepreneurial woman. I do a little of everything, but my main focus is sales.

What do you sell?

I buy and sell homes, land, shoes.

Shoes. Now that’s different. What type of shoes do you buy and sell? Like sneakers from the Footlocker? Standard shoes?

No, no, not like that. I buy shoes, and sell them to different department stores. Like Donna Karen, Armani.

I still don’t understand.

I go to different fashion shows all over the world looking at shoes; after buying them I bring them to the states and sell them to different department stores.

That must be great to travel all around like that.

It has its advantages and its disadvantages.

So you’re here to sell shoes?

No, I’m here to speak to a large sales group who want to learn how to better themselves in the sales field and hopefully get one of my books published.

You’re a writer, too?

Well, that’s one of my dreams, to become an author.

I guess you got it going on.

Not really, I just work hard. They laughed and talked for hours. The time slipped by so quickly; the sun was coming up.

May I use your restroom? Angel asked.

Oh, yeah, first door on the right, Kendy said as Angel got up.

Look, Kendy, the sun is coming up. I can’t believe it’s morning.

Neither can I. Oh my God, I have an appointment at seven. What time is it?

It’s… Angel looks at her watch. It’s six o’clock.

Jesus! She picked up the phone and called Marcus. By the time the phone started to ring, there was a knock at the door. Marcus! Kennedy said, opening the door.

So, I see you’re up, ready for breakfast.

No, I’m not. I haven’t been to bed yet.

Really?

He walked in the room and noticed two glasses sitting on the table. Well, well, well. Who kept you up all night? he said suspiciously. Angel walked out of the bathroom, surprised to see Marcus in the room.

Well, Kendy, I think it’s time for me to go, Angel said.

Oh, you remember Marcus.

Yes, I do. How are you doing?

Just fine. So what’s going on?

I came by to give Kennedy her wallet. Speaking of wallet. Angel went into her purse and pulled out the wallet. I forgot to give it to you. Smiling shyly, she gave Kennedy the wallet. They giggled a little. Damn, just imagine if I forgot it again.

I’d better be going, Angel said. I’ve got to pick up my kids.

Kennedy looked confused. You have children? she asked.

Yes, I have two, a boy and a girl.

You mean to tell me, all night talking and I didn’t even ask. I’m sorry for keeping you up.

Don’t worry about it, I enjoyed it.

So what will your husband say?

I’m not married.

I’m sorry to hear that.

I’m not, Marcus interrupted. Listen, you two, we could chat all day. But don’t we have something to do, Ms. Brooks?

Oh, yes. Speaking of something to do, Marcus, would you please go to your room and get my presentation?

Sure. Please, Kendy, let’s not be late; we can sleep later. He walked past Angel and whispered, Don’t forget to call me tonight. He rushed off.

I see you have a big fan, Kennedy said.

Oh, Marcus! I’m not interested in him.

He’s very fine. And he has a lot of money.

He’s not my type. Look, I have to get going. I’ve been here all night.

Listen, you think maybe we can go have lunch or something? I really enjoyed your company, Angel.

Sure, I’d like that. Angel smiled as she walked out the door. Here, take my card. You can call me on my cell phone whenever you’re ready.

Thank you. I’ll do that. They smiled at each other. I’ll see you later. You, too.

Kennedy shut the door. Angel walked down the hall; then she began to run. What am I doing? Damn, how am I going to explain this? Oh, God, she’s going to kill me. The elevator doors opened. I’d better think up a good one.

*   *   *   *   *

Marcus opened Kennedy’s door. Kendy, I didn’t see a speech.

Never mind, I found it. You know something, Marcus; I don’t know how I’m going to make it through this day. I haven’t slept a wink.

Well, first let’s start by taking a shower, and then we’ll drink some coffee, lots and lots of coffee. As a matter of fact, I think I’ll make some right now.

Thank you, Marcus. I’m going to need it. Kennedy went in the bathroom and turned on the shower. Putting the coffee in the coffeepot, Marcus began to yell across the room.

So why did she stay all night?

What did you say? Kendy yelled back. She walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchenette.

I said, why did she stay all night?

I have no idea. She came over to bring me my wallet, and we got into a conversation about goals and dreams, and a little bit of everything, and the night just passed us by. She’s a very nice woman, very cerebral.

Did she mention me?

No, for heaven’s sake. Why does it have to be about you? She’s just a nice person.

So you think I have a chance?

Marcus, you should leave that alone; you’re not going to be here that long anyway.

Well, maybe not, but a few good romantic nights wouldn’t be bad.

Please.

So what are you saying—I can’t get her?

I’m not saying anything. I’m just saying leave well enough alone. I’m getting in the shower. Kennedy walked back to the bathroom. The phone rang.

Marcus, will you answer that for me? Kennedy yelled, shutting the bathroom door.

Hello, may I help you?

Yes, may I speak to Ms. Kennedy Arman Brooks?

She’s indisposed right now. This is her assistant, Marcus Steel; may I help you?

Yes, this is Sarah Carrington, calling from Gary Smith’s office. I’m calling in regards to the meeting that was scheduled for today. Gary had an unexpected commitment come up and has had to postpone the meeting until next Monday. Mr. Smith is willing to pay for Ms. Brooks’ stay or any inconvenience she may have.

Okay, I will tell her.

"Also tell her that Mr. Smith sends his