Choosing Her Lover

Chapter 13

*****

I wake to sunlight streaming over the bed. My view is blocked by Ryan, standing over me, offering me a mug.

“You like coffee on a morning?” he asks.

“I sit up to take the mug from him. “It’s one of the food groups.” I grin.

When was the last time I woke up in a man’s bed?

He sits by me, sipping from his own cup. He doesn’t speak, but repeatedly, his glance strays my way before he looks away again, smiling.

The obvious question finally looms. “What time is it?”

“Ten to eight.”

“Jeez! I’ll be late to work!”

“Hey, calm down. I’ll drive you there.”

“I can’t go like this….”

“The shower’s through there….”

As it is, Ryan delivers me on squealing wheels to Haswell Building at two minutes to nine,

And as I swipe my entry card, James Alexanders is coming in right behind me. He must have seen Ryan drop me off and he wears the kind of half-smile that says he knows exactly why I am wearing yesterday’s blouse and a rapidly painted-on expression of dignity.

“Morning, Kirstie.”

“Morning Mr Alexanders.”

*****

That evening, walking the dogs on the beach, Ben jogs up to me, and Scruffy barges in to meet up with my canine gang again.

“Hi.” he puffs, bending to rest hands on knees for a minute as he catches his breath. “How are you? Great to see you again.”

“I’m fine.” In truth, I am a little uncomfortable. The speed, and for that matter, the direction in which my ‘relationship’ with Ben is progressing is unnerving me. He seems to believe that we are a lot closer than I do, and I am not at all sure that I want to take things with him any further.

What’s a safe topic of conversation?

Oh, yes….

“I was surprised when I met Charlotte at work and realised who she is. You and your brother aren’t much alike, are you?”

He frowns. “Sorry? You’ve met my brother?”

“Yes, I saw him with Charlotte in the lobby a few days ago.”

“Oh, I didn’t know that. He must have been picking her up.”

“Er, no. They were on their way out actually. I would never have taken the pair of you for brothers….”

“I don’t think we’re that unalike, are we? I know he’s a lot blonder than I am….”

Blonder?

“No, the man I saw was dark; much darker-haired than you. “

He shakes his head. “Mike’s blond, very blond. He looks like something from a toothpaste advert. You know, the kind with the sunshine-healthy family, all corn-fed, and eating wheat germ and yoghurt.”

Mike….? Not James then….

Time to tread carefully….

it must be my mistake. I saw Charlotte with a tall dark-haired guy and assumed that it was your

fingers. “I know who you saw. It was the Haswells. Beth Haswell is the spit ‘n image of Charlotte, and her

my

to shut

whirring red-hot axles. The Charlotte I met was certainly the same girl I saw

opt for changing the

“She seems nice.”

“I suppose.” Ben shrugs.

Doesn’t he like her?

pretty isn’t

so. Mike certainly thinks so. She’s a bit er….

out laughing. “You

sideways. “I

*****

strikingly good-looking man enters the lobby.

sinks as

Oh, God. It’s him….

from the Club. Am I going

This could be embarrassing.

sweeping past me as instead, he heads straight for the

abruptly slows, turns and looks back at me,

rude, but do we

yes. We met two or three years ago. You were with

clears. With the most charming of smiles, he stabs a finger

my lapel badge. Moving closer, he peers in and grins. “Ah, Kirstie.” He laughs. “I

is not related to this amazing looking man fucking my brains out in a threesome with his

to check with anyone if

course, you’re new. No, don’t worry. They know me here. I’m just

your friend said that you’d

You’ve met

just the

grins. “Was he

yes. He was

hear it. He’s a good man; one of the best, but sometimes…. um… empathy’s

cut him in

lifts, turning back as the doors open, and waving. “I’m Michael by the way. Nice to

What a great guy….

Shame he got married….

*****

for a while

space and pondering the incandescent joys of fucking with Ryan when a shadow falls

up. It’s Charlotte, carrying a

she says. “Mind if I

up my chair to make space as she puts her tray down on the

well take the opportunity to get to know each other, since it looks

“Sure…. er….”

over her coffee.

chew over my words. What can I politely

take this the right way. I know Ben’s your brother-in-law, but I

know him? He’s not shut up about you

of dates. Please don’t get the wrong impression about where we are with each

looks pensive. “I don’t think it’s my impression that you need to

from above

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