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….

saw Charlotte with a

who you saw. It was the Haswells. Beth Haswell is

my

shut

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

opt for changing the

“She seems nice.”

“I suppose.” Ben shrugs.

Doesn’t he like her?

very pretty

thinks so. She’s a bit er…. ginger

laughing. “You don’t

slide sideways. “I

*****

blond, strikingly good-looking man enters the lobby. He is

as I recognise

Oh, God. It’s him….

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

This could be embarrassing.

gaze sweeping past me as instead, he heads straight for

the doors, he abruptly slows, turns and looks back

seem rude, but do we know

three years ago. You were with your

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

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

this amazing looking man fucking my brains out in a threesome

need to check with anyone if

of course, you’re new. No, don’t worry.

said that you’d

You’ve met him

just the other

he grins.

yes. He

to hear it. He’s a good man; one of the best, but sometimes…. um… empathy’s not

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

to the lifts,

What a great guy….

Shame he got married….

*****

out for a while for a change of air, so I

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

Charlotte, carrying

brightly. “Hi,” she says. “Mind

all.” I shuffle up my chair to make space as

well take

“Sure…. er….”

eyes me over her coffee. “Something

my words. What

the right way. I know Ben’s your brother-in-law, but I barely know him

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

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

it’s my impression

voice comes from above

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