Choosing Her Lover
Chapter 2
Seated at the bar, he is watching the door as I walk in. He stands as he sees me, smiling. “Debbie?”
“Ryan?”
He looks good enough to eat. Beckoning me to the barstool by him, “What can I get you?”
“Red wine, please. Did I keep you waiting long?”
“Not at all, I just arrived a couple of minutes ago.”
As he waves over the barman, I study him. Ryan understated himself in his profile; tall, with strapping shoulders and a lean fit build. Dark, slightly wavy hair and a light tan set off his white smile and dark eyes.
He is disconcertingly attractive. There’s usually a reason that someone who looks this good is on the dating circuit, even when it’s only for sex dating.
Fourth finger, left hand…. No, nothing there….
Nice hands though…. long fingers….
Holding two glasses of wine, Ryan eye-points me across the room. “I hope I’m not out of order here, but I booked us a table. Even if we can’t stand the sight of each other after a couple of hours, at least we’ll have a good meal inside us.”
He sees me looking askance at the table. Holding both hands up, almost warding me away, “Hey, it doesn’t mean I’m making any assumptions other than it’s the end of the working day, and I’m guessing that you’re hungry. I certainly am.”
Feeling foolish. “Yes, sorry. My suspicious nature….”
He looks at me oddly.
Weighing me up?
I think so, yes.
“Shall we sit?”
He seats himself opposite me, ignoring his wine, gazing at me. Chin propped on a fist, he is, very obviously, looking me up and down.
“So, what’s the deal?” he asks. “Women who look like you don’t tend to appear on dating sites like that one. There’s generally some guy in the background beating the jungle drums.” He glances down at my left hand. “And if you ever wore a wedding ring, there’s no sign of it now. Have you ever been married? For that matter, are you married now? Is this supposed to be some kind of ‘on the side’, ‘playing away from home’ kind of thing?”
He's wary of me….
“Is this ‘Twenty Questions’? Yes, I’ve been married. But no, not now. Been there, done that….”
He laughs. “…. Seen the movie, read the book, got the tee-shirt, eh? That bad, was it?”
“Oh, yes, that bad. But I’ve got control of my own life now, and I’ll not be letting it slip out of my fingers again.”
He sniffs, reflectively I think. Not critically. “That’s why you’re doing this? You don’t want entanglements?”
“That’s right. What about you?”
relationship was a bit of a nightmare. Just now, I prefer to keep things
sips his wine. “You didn’t do yourself justice you know,
“Is this where you tell me
a liar? A
so. You’re right. You’re not conventionally pretty. Your features are quite strong, and your nose is
out laughing. “You’re a
furrows. “Have I offended you?
come out with some typical bit of patronising, male blarney, and you said exactly the
chair,
because I don’t think you’re pretty, doesn’t mean I don’t find you attractive. Quite the contrary. You’re just…. unusual, in more ways than one I
“You can ask.”
Debbie really your
a dating site like that, do you think I’m going to hand
sensible. It’s quite dangerous doing what you’re doing, especially for a
I follow the rules. No name. No address. Meet in a
Have you
few. Most of them I manage to weed out at the e-mail and messaging
looks intrigued.
phone a couple of times before we agreed on a date. He had a beautiful speaking voice, all honey and cream. Y’know, a Richard Burton, or Morgan Freeman, or Alan Rickman kind of voice. But when I met
cocks his head. “Instantly?
all but pinned me into my seat. He kept coming too close, invading my space…. And there was something about the way he looked at me. Too.… oh, I don’t know…. Too eager….
“What did you do?”
of non-alcoholic drinks, said graciously that it had been nice…. which it hadn’t… and we must do this again sometime…. which I was lying about…. Then I got in my car and drove
never found out if he was really a screwball, or
I lived, he did have my mobile number. The messages started coming in within five minutes of me leaving. They were polite enough at
“In what way, strange?”
he started sending me very graphic descriptions of what he wanted to do with me. And some of them were…. odd; revolting actually. I’m pretty broadminded, but I wasn’t interested in going the places his mind
after an
afraid of men in general. I just exercise
know that a man you meet like this isn’t a psycho in disguise? Me,
theatre, or the library didn’t
nodding. “Point taken. I exercise
“So….?”
strictly a casual thing. You’re not husband-hunting? Looking
like a bit of fun a couple of times a week, and then my own
dreams of
“White horses?”
come to carry you off for happily-ever-afters
I laugh. “Not me.”
“And would this be,
just want to pass by every few weeks… and you
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