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….

must be my mistake. I saw Charlotte with a tall dark-haired guy and assumed that it was

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

my

to shut my

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

for

“She seems nice.”

“I suppose.” Ben shrugs.

Doesn’t he like her?

pretty isn’t

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

out laughing. “You

sideways. “I prefer

*****

blond, strikingly good-looking man enters the lobby. He is tall, although not overly so, broad-shouldered and strappingly

heart sinks as I

Oh, God. It’s him….

from the Club. Am I going to be seeing

This could be embarrassing.

his brilliantly blue-eyed gaze sweeping

he abruptly slows, turns and looks back at

“Sorry to seem rude, but do we know each

two or three years ago. You were with

With the most charming of smiles, he stabs a finger at me. “Debbie. That was it, wasn’t

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

amazing looking man fucking my brains out in a threesome with his friend at

to check with anyone if you have an appointment or

No, don’t worry. They know me

said

You’ve met him

the other

he grins. “Was he

yes. He

it. He’s a good man; one

now I laugh. “He’s a Dom, isn’t he. If you cut him in half, it’d say ‘Dom’ running right through

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

What a great guy….

Shame he got married….

*****

get out for a while for a change of air, so I head for the coffee bar over the

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

up. It’s Charlotte, carrying a tray loaded

“Hi,” she says. “Mind if

to make space as she

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

“Sure…. er….”

eyes me over her

chew over my words. What can

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

He’s not shut up

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

it’s my impression that

comes from above

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