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….

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

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

my

shut

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

opt for

“She seems nice.”

“I suppose.” Ben shrugs.

Doesn’t he like her?

pretty

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

laughing. “You don’t

slide sideways.

*****

the lobby. He is

sinks as I recognise

Oh, God. It’s him….

from the Club. Am I going to

This could be embarrassing.

his brilliantly blue-eyed gaze sweeping

abruptly slows, turns and looks

“Sorry to seem rude, but do

We met two or three years ago.

face clears. With the most charming of smiles, he stabs

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

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

anyone if you have

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

friend said that you’d got

You’ve met

just the

he grins. “Was he

yes. He

He’s a good man; one of the best, but

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

the lifts, turning back as the doors open, and waving.

What a great guy….

Shame he got married….

*****

are very good. But I prefer to get out for a while for a

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

Charlotte, carrying a tray

says. “Mind if I

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

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

“Sure…. er….”

over her coffee.

my words. What can I politely

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

barely know him? He’s not shut up

half a dozen times and had a couple of dates.

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

voice comes from

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