*****

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….

saw Charlotte with a tall dark-haired

Haswell

Definitely my

to shut

Charlotte I met was certainly the same

for

“She seems nice.”

“I suppose.” Ben shrugs.

Doesn’t he like her?

pretty

so. She’s a bit er…. ginger for

burst out laughing. “You don’t like

eyes slide sideways. “I

*****

strikingly good-looking man enters the lobby. He is

heart sinks as

Oh, God. It’s him….

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

This could be embarrassing.

blue-eyed gaze sweeping past

he abruptly slows, turns and looks back at

pauses. “Sorry to seem rude, but

yes. We met two or three years ago. You

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

peers in and grins. “Ah, Kirstie.” He laughs. “I see. Nice to meet you Kirstie.” He taps his nose.

to say that is not related to this amazing looking man fucking

need to check with anyone if you have an

don’t worry. They know me here. I’m

friend said

met

the other

he grins. “Was

He

to hear it. He’s a good man;

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

Gotta go 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….

*****

canteen; the facilities are very good. But I prefer to get out for a

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

It’s Charlotte, carrying a tray loaded

“Hi,” she says.

all.” I shuffle up my chair to make

across the road and thought we might as well take the opportunity to get to know each

“Sure…. er….”

me over her coffee. “Something

words. What

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

barely know him? He’s not shut up about you whenever

and had a couple of dates. Please don’t get the wrong impression about where we are

pensive. “I don’t think it’s my impression

from above

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