*****

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

snaps his fingers. “I know who you saw. It was the Haswells. Beth Haswell is the

my

to shut my

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

for changing the

“She seems nice.”

“I suppose.” Ben shrugs.

Doesn’t he like her?

very pretty

suppose so. Mike certainly thinks so.

burst out laughing.

sideways. “I prefer

*****

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

as I

Oh, God. It’s him….

Club. Am I going to be seeing them both

This could be embarrassing.

barely looks at me, his brilliantly blue-eyed gaze sweeping past me as instead, he heads straight for

turns and looks back

pauses. “Sorry to seem rude, but do

met two or three years ago. You were with

most charming of smiles, he stabs a finger at me. “Debbie. That was

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 nose. “Kirstie.

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

need to check with anyone if you have an appointment or

course, you’re new. No, don’t worry. They know me here. I’m just going to find

your friend said

met him

just the

he grins.

He was

to hear it. He’s a good man; one of the best, but sometimes…. um…

a Dom, isn’t he. If you cut

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

What a great guy….

Shame he got married….

*****

staff 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

into space and pondering the incandescent joys of fucking with Ryan

look up. It’s Charlotte, carrying

she says. “Mind if

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

“I saw you from across the road and thought we might as well take

“Sure…. er….”

over her coffee. “Something

chew over my words. What can I politely

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

barely know him? He’s not shut up about

of dates. Please don’t get the wrong impression

pensive. “I don’t think it’s my impression that you need to worry

comes from above us.

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