Chapter 40

Charisse wasn't all that surprised to hear Sophia's name come from Vincent's mouth—she'd pretty much guessed he was the brother. She set down her glass. "Sorry, Mr. Harper, but I'm not allowed to disclose any guest's private info." Vincent smiled lazily. "Let's forget the hotel stuff for a sec—just friends chatting. Sophia told me her bestie from college was named Charisse. Pretty rare name; I doubt it's just a coincidence." "She's definitely my friend," Charisse replied smoothly, lifting her glass again. "She's also told me about her super sweet big brother. Always wanted to meet him—now here we are. This drink's for you." Vincent tapped his glass to hers, but before sipping, he leaned in with faux casualness. "So... once we toast, that makes us friends, right?" Charisse's smile didn't budge. "It's an honor, Mr. Harper. But you're Mr. Grant's guest tonight—that makes you our VIP. Of course, I'll make sure you're well taken care of." Translation: You're just a client—don't think callin