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 tall dark-haired guy and

who you saw. It was the Haswells. Beth Haswell is the spit ‘n image of Charlotte,

Definitely my

shut

red-hot axles. The Charlotte I met was certainly the same girl I saw with

for changing

“She seems nice.”

“I suppose.” Ben shrugs.

Doesn’t he like her?

pretty

suppose so. Mike certainly thinks so. She’s a bit er….

burst out laughing. “You

sideways. “I

*****

front doors swish open and a blond, strikingly good-looking man enters the lobby. He is

heart sinks as

Oh, God. It’s him….

from the Club. Am

This could be embarrassing.

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

he abruptly slows, turns and looks back at me,

“Sorry to seem rude,

yes. We met two or three years ago. You were with your

face clears. With the most charming of smiles, he stabs a finger

and grins. “Ah, Kirstie.” He laughs. “I see. Nice to

something to say that is not related to this amazing looking man fucking my brains out

to check with anyone if you have an appointment or

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

said

met him

the other

grins. “Was he

He was a

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

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

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

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 head for the coffee bar over the road, ordering myself a latte and a

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

look up. It’s Charlotte, carrying a tray

brightly. “Hi,” she says. “Mind if

up my chair to make space as she

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

“Sure…. er….”

me over her coffee.

my words. What can I politely

know Ben’s

up about you whenever I’ve

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

think it’s my impression that

voice comes from above

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