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.”

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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 guy and

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

my

shut my

axles. The Charlotte I met was certainly the same girl I saw

for changing

“She seems nice.”

“I suppose.” Ben shrugs.

Doesn’t he like her?

very pretty isn’t

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

burst out laughing.

slide sideways.

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swish open and a blond, strikingly good-looking man enters the

sinks as

Oh, God. It’s him….

Am I

This could be embarrassing.

sweeping

the doors, he abruptly slows, turns

rude, but do we know each

met two or three years ago. You were with

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

rises up my face again. I tap my lapel badge. Moving closer, he peers in and grins. “Ah, Kirstie.” He

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

with anyone if you have an

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

your friend said that you’d

met him

just the other

grins. “Was he

yes. He was

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

If you cut him in half, it’d say ‘Dom’ running right through the

go Kirstie. See you around.” He heads back to the lifts, turning back as the doors open, and waving. “I’m

What a great guy….

Shame he got married….

*****

canteen; the 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

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

up. It’s Charlotte, carrying a tray

says.

my chair to make space

and thought we might as well take the opportunity to get

“Sure…. er….”

eyes me over her coffee.

chew over my words. What can

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

not shut up about

times and had a couple of dates. Please don’t get the

don’t think it’s my impression that you

from above us.

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