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

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

Definitely my

to shut

Charlotte I met was

opt for changing the

“She seems nice.”

“I suppose.” Ben shrugs.

Doesn’t he like her?

very pretty

so. She’s a bit er…. ginger for

burst out laughing. “You don’t like

eyes slide sideways. “I

*****

enters the lobby. He is tall,

as I

Oh, God. It’s him….

friend from the Club. Am I going to be

This could be embarrassing.

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

turns

rude,

We met two or three years ago. You were with

blankly at me for a moment, then his face clears. With the most charming of smiles, he stabs a finger at me. “Debbie.

I tap my lapel badge. Moving closer, he peers in and grins. “Ah, Kirstie.” He laughs. “I see. Nice to meet you Kirstie.” He

is not related to this amazing looking man fucking

to check with anyone if

don’t worry. They know

your friend said that

met him

just the

he grins. “Was

He

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

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

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

What a great guy….

Shame he got married….

*****

my lunchtime. I could go to the staff canteen; the facilities are very good. But I prefer to get out for a while for a change of air,

lunch, staring into space and pondering the incandescent joys of fucking with Ryan

up. It’s Charlotte, carrying

“Hi,” she says. “Mind

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

herself. “I saw you from across the road and thought we might as well take the opportunity to get to know each other, since it looks as though we’re going to

“Sure…. er….”

eyes me over her

over my words. What can I politely

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

shut up about you

of dates. Please don’t get the wrong impression about

“I don’t think it’s my

from above

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