*****

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….

be my mistake. I saw Charlotte with a tall dark-haired guy

Beth Haswell is the spit ‘n image of Charlotte, and her husband is

Definitely my mistake

shut

Charlotte I met

for changing the

“She seems nice.”

“I suppose.” Ben shrugs.

Doesn’t he like her?

pretty isn’t

thinks so. She’s a

burst out laughing. “You

sideways. “I prefer

*****

the lobby.

as I

Oh, God. It’s him….

Alexanders’ friend from the Club. Am I going to be

This could be embarrassing.

sweeping past

abruptly slows, turns and looks back at me,

“Sorry to seem rude,

yes. We met two or three years ago. You

at me for a moment, then his face clears. With the most charming of

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

is not related to this amazing looking man fucking my brains out

anyone if you have an appointment

his eyes. “Sorry, of course, you’re new. No, don’t worry. They know me here. I’m just going to find my

friend said

You’ve met him

the

grins.

He was

He’s a good man; one of the best, but

a Dom, isn’t he. If you cut him in half,

Kirstie. See you around.” He heads back to the lifts, turning back as the doors open, and waving. “I’m Michael

What a great guy….

Shame he got married….

*****

get out for a while for a

seat and I’m halfway through my lunch, staring into space and pondering the incandescent joys of fucking with

It’s Charlotte, carrying a tray loaded

brightly. “Hi,” she says.

all.” I shuffle up my chair to make space as she puts her tray

thought we might as well take the opportunity to get to know each other,

“Sure…. er….”

over

words. What can I

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

up about

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

think it’s my impression that you need to

comes from

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