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….

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

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

Definitely my

shut

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

opt for

“She seems nice.”

“I suppose.” Ben shrugs.

Doesn’t he like her?

very pretty

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

laughing. “You

sideways. “I

*****

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

sinks as I

Oh, God. It’s him….

Am I going to be seeing them

This could be embarrassing.

his brilliantly blue-eyed gaze sweeping

slows, turns and looks back at me, brow

pauses. “Sorry to seem rude, but

three years ago. You were with

moment, then his face clears. With the most charming of smiles, he stabs

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.

amazing looking man

need to check with anyone if you have

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

said that you’d

You’ve met

the

grins.

He was

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

cut him in half, it’d say ‘Dom’ running

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

What a great guy….

Shame he got married….

*****

get out for a while for a change of air, so I head for the coffee bar over the road, ordering myself

space and pondering the incandescent joys of fucking

It’s Charlotte, carrying a

smiles brightly. “Hi,” she says. “Mind

up my chair to make space as

saw you from across the road and thought we might as well take the opportunity

“Sure…. er….”

eyes me over

my words. What can I politely

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

shut up about

met him half a dozen times and had a couple of dates. Please don’t get the wrong impression about where we are with each

think it’s my impression that you need to

voice comes from

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