*****

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….

a tall dark-haired guy

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 and

Definitely my mistake

shut my

The Charlotte I met was certainly the same girl I saw

for

“She seems nice.”

“I suppose.” Ben shrugs.

Doesn’t he like her?

very pretty isn’t

thinks so.

laughing. “You

sideways.

*****

a blond, strikingly good-looking man enters the lobby. He is tall, although not overly

heart sinks as

Oh, God. It’s him….

Alexanders’ friend from the Club. Am I going

This could be embarrassing.

his brilliantly blue-eyed gaze sweeping past

turns and

rude, but do

years ago. You

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

he peers in and grins.

related to this amazing looking man

need to check with anyone if you have an

“Sorry, of course, you’re new. No, don’t worry. They know me here.

your friend said

met

just the other

grins.

yes. He

He’s a good man; one of the

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 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

space and pondering the incandescent joys of fucking with Ryan

up. It’s Charlotte, carrying

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

to make space as she puts her tray down

mind?” she says as she seats herself. “I saw you from across the road and thought we might as well take the opportunity to get

“Sure…. er….”

me over her

my words.

the right way. I know Ben’s your

know him? He’s not shut up about

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

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

comes from above us.

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