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….

a tall

the Haswells. Beth Haswell is the spit

my

shut

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

opt for changing

“She seems nice.”

“I suppose.” Ben shrugs.

Doesn’t he like her?

pretty isn’t

Mike certainly thinks so. She’s a

burst out laughing. “You don’t

eyes slide sideways. “I

*****

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

as I

Oh, God. It’s him….

friend from the Club. Am I going to be

This could be embarrassing.

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

slows, turns and looks back at me,

rude, but do we know

three years ago. You were with your friend,

the most charming of

peers in and grins. “Ah, Kirstie.” He laughs. “I see. Nice to meet you

looking man fucking my brains out in a threesome

do I need to check with anyone if you have an

don’t worry. They know me here. I’m just going to

said that

You’ve met

just the other

grins. “Was

yes. He was a

good man; one of

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

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

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

take a window seat and I’m halfway through my lunch, staring into space and pondering the incandescent joys of fucking with Ryan when a shadow

up. It’s Charlotte, carrying a

brightly. “Hi,” she says. “Mind if I join

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

mind?” she says as she seats herself. “I saw you from across the road and thought we might as well take the opportunity to

“Sure…. er….”

over

my words. What can I

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

up about you whenever

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

it’s my impression that you need

comes from above

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