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….

Charlotte with a tall dark-haired guy

Haswell is the

Definitely my

to shut my

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

opt for changing the

“She seems nice.”

“I suppose.” Ben shrugs.

Doesn’t he like her?

very pretty

so. Mike certainly thinks so. She’s a

out laughing. “You

slide sideways. “I prefer

*****

front doors swish open and a blond, strikingly good-looking man enters the lobby. He is tall, although not overly

as I recognise

Oh, God. It’s him….

Alexanders’ friend from the Club. Am I going to

This could be embarrassing.

blue-eyed gaze sweeping past me as instead, he heads straight

slows, turns and looks back at me, brow

seem rude, but do we know

three years ago. You were with

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

up my face again. I tap my lapel badge. Moving closer, he peers in and grins. “Ah, Kirstie.” He laughs. “I see. Nice to meet you Kirstie.” He taps his nose. “Kirstie. I’ll remember

to this amazing looking man

to check with anyone if you have an

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

your friend said that

You’ve met him

the

he grins. “Was

He

hear it. He’s a good man; one of the

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

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

What a great guy….

Shame he got married….

*****

for a while

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

carrying a tray loaded with

smiles brightly. “Hi,” she says. “Mind if I join

to make space as she puts her

we might as well take the opportunity to get to

“Sure…. er….”

eyes me over her coffee.

words.

right way. I know Ben’s your

shut up about you whenever I’ve seen him

of dates. Please don’t get

think it’s my

voice comes from above

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