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….

it must be my mistake. I saw Charlotte with a

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

Definitely my mistake

to shut my

spinning overtime, running on whirring red-hot axles. The Charlotte I met was certainly the same girl I

opt for

“She seems nice.”

“I suppose.” Ben shrugs.

Doesn’t he like her?

pretty isn’t

certainly thinks so. She’s a bit

laughing. “You don’t like

sideways.

*****

man enters the lobby. He is tall, although

heart sinks as I

Oh, God. It’s him….

James Alexanders’ friend from the Club. Am I going to

This could be embarrassing.

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

slows, turns and looks back at me, brow

rude,

three years

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

badge. Moving closer, he peers in and grins. “Ah, Kirstie.” He

is not related to this amazing looking man fucking my brains out in a threesome with his friend at a

I need to check with anyone

No, don’t worry. They know me here. I’m just going

your friend said that you’d got

met

the

he grins. “Was he

yes. He

good man; one of the best, but sometimes…. um… empathy’s not his strong

I laugh. “He’s a Dom, isn’t he. If you cut him in half, it’d

you around.” He heads back to the lifts, turning back as

What a great guy….

Shame he got married….

*****

facilities are very good. But I prefer to get out for a while for a change of air, so I

lunch, staring into space and pondering the incandescent joys of fucking with Ryan when a shadow falls over

It’s Charlotte, carrying a tray loaded with

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

all.” I shuffle up my chair to make space as she puts her tray

as well take the opportunity to get to know each other,

“Sure…. er….”

me over her coffee.

chew over my words. What can I

this the right way. I know Ben’s your brother-in-law,

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

met him half a dozen times and had a couple of dates. Please don’t

“I don’t think it’s my impression

comes from above us.

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